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Self-Reflection
I am thought
I tumble
If I am tripped
Unable to stand
In confidence
I exist as I always have
Unequipped
My creation
Hot off the press
The universe
She provides
No manuscript
I am forever
Eclipsed
In my architecture
Unaware
So I stay
No factory reset
Underdeveloped
I used to think then
Lost myself
In self-reflection
Slipping as I sip
Each
Peach
Picked
Slowly observing
My peculiar nature
Which unfolds
Blossoms of reverie
Gripped
These fables of mine
Grope the perplexed
The embodiment of a thought
Flipped
A haphazardly randomized quagmire
A burdened derivative
Unzipped
Emerging
Into an offshoot
Of similar appendages
Ode to sabotage
Before continuing on
Narrowing life over petty conflict
I surface
The form of a lesson
An arrangement
Handpicked
© Ava Morris
I tumble
If I am tripped
Unable to stand
In confidence
I exist as I always have
Unequipped
My creation
Hot off the press
The universe
She provides
No manuscript
I am forever
Eclipsed
In my architecture
Unaware
So I stay
No factory reset
Underdeveloped
I used to think then
Lost myself
In self-reflection
Slipping as I sip
Each
Peach
Picked
Slowly observing
My peculiar nature
Which unfolds
Blossoms of reverie
Gripped
These fables of mine
Grope the perplexed
The embodiment of a thought
Flipped
A haphazardly randomized quagmire
A burdened derivative
Unzipped
Emerging
Into an offshoot
Of similar appendages
Ode to sabotage
Before continuing on
Narrowing life over petty conflict
I surface
The form of a lesson
An arrangement
Handpicked
© Ava Morris
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