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Aug 2
It’s cradles me
Like a new born
From what I can see
There is no;
High or Low
Left and Right
Right from Wrong.
Just a single existence

I wish I could feel,
What I felt before
Sometimes, even pain can be comforting
Michael
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Michael
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