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Nov 2011
A fascination
With the finite in
Infinity
Where the absence
Of Truth
Then become
Incidental Lies—
The variability
Of Time—
The changes
Of Places—
Lack of absolute
In the uncertainty
Of Life
Until it is not,
But Death—
The only true
Infinity.
Written by
Lauren Denecke
545
   Nabilaa and K Balachandran
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