Life is an imagination of things which are authentically existing out there in the universe of poetic flow of being-and becoming realms of nodes gradually out of
humaniry and posthumanity
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(Garden Of.....''a....to...z...'')
Masks on mask in delusive-distorted reality of humanity in suffocating darkeness on the verge of moving poetics of stream of life and death diced by flash narratives in biopsy of silence........................
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