Interestingly enough
Your words have no calming effect at all
They cannot enter my mind with their soothing emptiness
They cannot lull me to the infinite beatitude of simple life
They just make
Immense solitude
Pleasure in the pain of self-conception
Immeasurable pleasure
Giving birth to myself
Is the most pleasurable
Pain
Self-conception
Within the walls
Of my skull
I once
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