I don't know if you see it but this mirror seems bigger now:
Long ago when I was a mere human;
Religion was spring to me; blooming.
The church sold it like prostitution.
While women like me kept on consuming.
I fell captive to words of unknown by man,
An it was at no man's land where it began.
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Epigram
"Foraging for something...then finding out that everyday is new but the sun isn't"
