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Feb 2021
Going off on a tangent
Of wordless emotion

Reaching for the stars
Without any fingers

Listening, breathing, watching
Without existing

Nevermore
Forevermore

Sitting with my back to the locked door
So the demons don't escape

Infinity stopped
Time reversed

The world was new
Yet the universe was old

And the butterfly flapped its wings.
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The Lonely Poet  F
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