What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
My land of ancient Turks -
a state of being alone
Tulpar takes me where
I'm understood and free
to be, in dance and breath
Traveling through passages
of sensations. Just me
Answers are coming
from back right
and my favorite
silver puddles from the
corner of my eye
Are you listening
Tun state and all
but seriously
let's play
I worked, created handfuls
of parallel worlds
Infuse them with each other?
He asks, pick one, the one with him
And suddenly I'm in a fight
with me
Even my toughest
changes
come through
the most beautiful
people
My life is art
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