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Dec 2017
it's strange
the eeriness of it
the quiet, constant
depth of it
the full, eternal
depth of it,
the fear, the space
held in place
the rhythmic, silent
depth of it
the presence, the point
in simple understanding
the nuance,
the place
the presence
in it

2014
Written by
Mark Brown
188
   Demonatachick
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