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Slipping in and out of consciousness This reptile sheds its skin in the wake of old beginnings Faster just to keep up with myself New, older, but me – eternally repeating If it came to this I wouldn’t say a thing Always the walls are closing in - meditate to postpone them Catch a glimpse of your reflection… but We see nothing we’re not meant to see We all breathe the same air, but never repeat it Slip away, fade away Circles of destruction, alone and whispering Intake of the restless, dive bomb into me Scarlet wounds on my body I find Branching out to feel the need to become mine From Letras Mania