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 Jun 2014 Nathaniel Owen
chimaera
I wish
I could fly
high

above
myself
above
the wordly littleness

and see
my heart has
but a regular human size

and the gold inside
glimmers as much
the same

and all vanity
and presumption
forgetful time
will equally
devour.

— The End —