Funeral in my brain . Death of an old friend-who perceived the sensory information illustrated to be rather norm.Rather norm than odd & unique as today. Hello to a new day & farewell to an old place .Mixed memories and desires work to build a better empire .My body is the temple My temple is in a temple made of love, hate, regrets, but faith .Be what I want to seeFor I longer see what I want to be .Death of an old friend-Farewell to me .
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