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Let us call it bewilderness. That place I can't find. the same place that keeps someone without walls or chains. Perhaps a vast eternity of wandering, a piece of perpetual nothing inside everything. Mine is yours, I'd be inclined to breathe. Dark and deeply unfound A something of nothing where nothing is everything.
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:20 PM UTC
The wild things
Let us call it bewilderness. That place I can't find. the same place that keeps someone without walls or chains. Perhaps a vast eternity of wandering, a piece of perpetual nothing inside everything. Mine is yours, I'd be inclined to breathe. Dark and deeply unfound A something of nothing where nothing is everything.
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:20 PM UTC
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