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PurityYou lay with stagnation / A sterling object effortlessly within your reach. / It is food, a bag of Doritos.

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JourneyJourney. / When the force of wickedness came upon him, / A force against,

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The MoonThe moon. / I feel as if it’s the pupil to our eye the sky, showing to us a different world, a world that shares the same pupil looking back through it at us. / I look deep into it, no, through it,

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