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It’s No One Without the Other

It’s No One Without the Other

Shiva the god of destruction -n- reproduction, a variety of effects -n- expressions -n- conjunction, a combative combination of combustions, how do you color destruction, deceptive appearances, personalities clashing with traits -n- behaviors that attract interest, life the sight of color -n- its distance, sound makes its own noise without permission, awareness, a sense thy inner self has permitted, two sights similar but yet so much different, for one without the other, couldn’t make a difference, for the other brings about the other existence, you put words in prison when you put them in a sentence, so I let mine be free being blown by a depiction of wisdom, destroy something then bring it back, life when actions continue to reenact, a beehive was destroyed days later, where that beehive was at, another one hangs there intact, I destroyed the light -n- disappeared into the black, then I reproduce the light -n- color appeared back, with a scepter in my hand, demanding thy emotions to expand -n- understand, destruction -n- to live, go hand -n- hand, thy expressions I share with man, -n- thy deepness -n- completeness, -n- to the god, man truly understands, destruction -n- reproduction to live, go hand -n- hand.

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