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I encountered the simplest of experiences of a saint and sinner, a muse and its pen perfectly existing for only about a minute and then vanished. All while she simply existed Unassumingly giggling through small talk And the reason why I scrambled to write on a crumpled napkin is to tell you that for that minute or so I was dumbfounded by a moment of grace or was it madness that has not stirred within me for years Wonderful How fortunate you came along for something I yearned but could never find
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
A minute.
I encountered the simplest of experiences of a saint and sinner, a muse and its pen perfectly existing for only about a minute and then vanished. All while she simply existed Unassumingly giggling through small talk And the reason why I scrambled to write on a crumpled napkin is to tell you that for that minute or so I was dumbfounded by a moment of grace or was it madness that has not stirred within me for years Wonderful How fortunate you came along for something I yearned but could never find
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
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