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Mar 20
Dry up, little puddle,
Why not reveal your true form

Ascend into an illusion,
beyond human comprehension,
vanish from the eyes of your creator,
to float to another world.

What makes a great salad?
A stream of lettuce?
Book up? No! Book down.

What when where what,
Do you speak of such a manner?

Distributed upon his 7 sons,
Risen above the mountains,

He rises,
He shrieks,

But where is his wife?
Written by
Juan Bot  25/Gender Questioning/The surface of the earth
(25/Gender Questioning/The surface of the earth)   
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