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every thought multiplies...and manifests

every thought multipliesand manifests - poem, life, youth, thoughts

every thought multiplies…

and manifests

the saddest scene of our gilded youth.

as if god stood on my chest,

or the world declared a war quietly,

and all of the gold unleashed

and tighten my peach neck

in circle,

to slipknot in an iron hand.

 "and to think of a diamond mind,

of a tour through the space and time,

to see the pluto collide,

would you consign your religion?

or offer yourself suicide?"

and if you,

my le petit prince,

covet all the cosmic heat,

the galaxy burst instantly,

overflow throughout with grief.


tayte palmer

i’m russian, but writing mostly in english about everything i concern

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