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Light being its own medium Wave If you notice me Solid if I hit an eye Wish We were better at Being Ever conscienceless See its light being Not me Particularly A thought now Words Furbished that they may Gleam An apple in your grandma's eye.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Light being
Light being its own medium Wave If you notice me Solid if I hit an eye Wish We were better at Being Ever conscienceless See its light being Not me Particularly A thought now Words Furbished that they may Gleam An apple in your grandma's eye.
One photon from a star, I heard is not a photon, but a wave, until an eye sees the thing light is
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
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