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Apr 2011
God looks up toward the sky and sees the face of infinity
That invokes the imaginative premise of our minds.
Forever so beautifully held together by each other eyes.
No matter what shape we take.
Our world will house our soul.
On and on
until it explodes.
but the cycles continues the sad show.
Max Petersen
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