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Jan 2019
We fall... silently,
violently clawing at the particles in the air
that we, human beings, cannot see.
For we are free-falling,
through an underestimated state of mind.
Silently breaking.
We don't see the world around us,
as it evolves from something so small.
Into something beautiful like a lotus.
Everything having many meanings.
But we do not see.
We do not care to see... the evolutions.
Maxwell Clouse
Written by
Maxwell Clouse  F/Catawissa, Mo
(F/Catawissa, Mo)   
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     Fawn, Colm, TSPoetry and Em MacKenzie
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