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Apr 2013
I have come to believe
this world can never be understood,

but what of  clarity?      It's a joke,

and those who say they have it are delusional
while the rest of us are mystics and dreamers
round tripping through hell
the going much quicker
than the coming
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v V v  M/New Mexico, USA
(M/New Mexico, USA)   
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