Choices that make you go extinct
Are decisions of anonymous nature.
A psychological symbiosis.
I am in secret the most clever of
Illusionists.
A reflection of ideological impulses,
Running throughout my life.
Like my first day of Kindergarten.
How I've aged over the bond of words.
Highly unpredictable.
And the imitation flatters me.
My bare feet rooted in soil.
As my aggressor.
Someone at the door.
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