m y i d e n t i t y

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i am infinite
chaos is the mother of cosmos
oppression is the father of the revolution
my pen and paper are my very solution
my creations are my souls' language
leaving cracks to be filled
for you who listen it speaks and never stops talking
for you who see it dances and never stops moving
a path is what I want to leave behind

my raw ugly art

that is my most intimate voyage

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