My propensity for destruction
Is lost in translation.
Its an eternal drive.
I am cleansing my palette.
My taste buds yearn for much more.
Chips are fleeting.
Baggage constricts the airways.
So I tune my lens beyond.
For what you acknowledge persists,
And what you do not perishes.
For without end, what would begin ?
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