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Tacenda.. 🪶
In the ambiguity of vague
she was honing her eyesight
In the equivocal fog
she got the fire burnt
She knew she wasn't there
for their entertainment
she wasn't even there
to gift herself a splash of impairment.
She was quite mature when young
but with ages she got dumb
This was her mere thought
But it could make her present haunt
She resisted much but
in the end she realised
She has already become
what she didn't want
Because that was also in her mind
how to not become of that kind
Brain has no brain of itself
It makes what it is feed to, regardless of truth and myths.
© howbiie
she was honing her eyesight
In the equivocal fog
she got the fire burnt
She knew she wasn't there
for their entertainment
she wasn't even there
to gift herself a splash of impairment.
She was quite mature when young
but with ages she got dumb
This was her mere thought
But it could make her present haunt
She resisted much but
in the end she realised
She has already become
what she didn't want
Because that was also in her mind
how to not become of that kind
Brain has no brain of itself
It makes what it is feed to, regardless of truth and myths.
© howbiie
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