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Oct 2020
The world has always been
a strange place,
and we have always been
drawn to its mysteries.

People disappear-
fall right off the map,
and leave us with the weight
of all our questions.

Sickness descends
upon the earth,
and takes who it wants.
Though we name it and learn
its wills and its ways,
all our advancements
can’t vanquish it.

Not yet.

And then there’s the forest
and the mountains
and the ocean,
with all their dark corners
and unanswerable riddles.

Some things aren’t meant to be known.
Snail
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