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Jun 2020
Quick, quick!
Bring the metaphoric shovel,
and your metaphysical hands!

The quintessential doubts
have already been prepared,

Now strike down your tool
shove it in through the ground
of my unholy essence

And bury all my questions
in the midst of every
justified true beliefs

So when I open my eyes,
all will be golden!
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undermyfeet  F
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