Like nothing has happened,
The generations leading to our life,
Of which we're not the end,
Carrying with us epigenetic,
Past life influences,
Born in us despite how much we fight it,
Or the result of experiences,
Not to mention you should never alter,
A decision once made,
As if to reflap a butterfly's wing,
After its eggs are laid,
Or retrace love,
As if there's a tale there,
Or take microscopic pics of gladness,
To rearrange the molecules of air.
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