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Mar 2015
Eyes closed
wild wind whipping hair
careless end of samsara
for seemingly centuries

take a peak
vertically, the world flies by
the ground fast approaching
my situation the same
but perspective changed
Written by
the unknown possum
597
   rsc, B, Ariel Baptista and SPT
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