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Aug 2020
Poetry is a private world
But it reaches out

Faith is in the Ultimate
But we all have doubts

Words in worlds are mystery
Where do our thoughts spring from?

The nightmare of violent history
But the shaman's beating drum

                      Come!
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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