N o t h i n g P e r s o n a l
You are my conjecture when the universe ends.I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopiaLooking through your eyes.
O mystic girl,This time make the world less enigmaticSettle down in a small hamlet by the bayCook me fish and riceAnd I will stay home, always.
Nothing Personal has been writing anonymously since a long time. One can read his vague and psychopathological works at http://hellopoetry.com/-nothing-personal/ & http://www.writerscafe.org/Nothing%20Personal.
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