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Nov 2023
A taste, a sight, a sound, a smell,
A touch, a feel, a thought, a breath,
A life, a death, a being, or nothing at all.

Within a mind almost devoid of thought
These begin to swirl and paint the words
On the canvas of a mind.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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