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Oct 2021
It pushes at last
Like a stone
Down a mountain.

Its eye is
The I,
Forever mentioning Her
Past and

Forever longing.

A cup
A bowl
A center
Piece

To ensure

That all is still in place;
That all is still ok;
That all is as

It were.
Written by
Mitchell
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