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Sunday, September 02, 2018
wonder) woe man
Stare into her night blue abyss,
Fathomless answers emanate
Directly random
Photon streaking points.
She better mannered, merely covers
Earth's hunger
In layered violet bruises
To thin human souls
(As normal animals know
To not cast ironic eyes
At times doorstep
That chasm of chimes
Forged of radio minerals
Every instrument delects
)Upon sense of wonder
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