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Feb 2018
dust is the ocean
the common ground
the luminous field
which is never born
and never dies..
we are the particles
the whirlpools
the rivulets
the waves
which for now
declare ourselves
as somehow different
forgetting
what we are..
until we are
reminded...
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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