we are turning insideout from shedding snakeskin by biting our own tail
exfoliating facades revealing truths droping cloaks and lifting the veil
efflorescent gyrations - flowering concentric circles drawn closer
false faced insecurities paled, relatedness, closeness bolstered
A black hole this is definatly not.
benign vortex in which we are caught
Do we constrict, or yet expand?
towards oblivion we go hand in hand
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