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Jean-Pierre M Papouloute
Jean-Pierre M Papouloute
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Mathematical conversations; unrelatable relations Medication drip more sick than the patients Wrote in my tongue, test it at the next session Although I teach, seek the lessons in questions Before the Buddha, my first muse, the universe A cruz through space time; pay the news no mind I choose to play amongst the waves in the night And speak not of my dark dreams in the daytime Sword fight technique with weapons of pen ink Even with skin intact, imprinted on impact Swimming in the clouds, the deep end depends In fact, less dense at the edges, quite thin Within the syntax, I send this out to you Those true things which you currently doubt are true Those false things you believe are 'Santa Clause' Look not for the mass consent, just initial cause It's effective. Check your reflectives and your reflexes This mess, is all subjective Not the most superstitious, hype ain't my business So when Dizzy Gillespie left me, I learned to write physics Battle scars earned, on guard with infinities Hit the green, we on par with Parmenides I love heat too much to love degrees
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