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Mose
Poems
Oct 2020
Atrium
To each of I, that is not myself.
Scrambling a puzzle with no picture.
Colliding letters but fumbling only sounds.
Falling deaf to the noise.
A prism that light can shine through, but never into.
#stranger
#self
#exploration
#light
#puzzle
#creation
#inspiration
#unknown
#abstract
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