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a thought...

time space

Illusion pace

weave design

glimpse

of a race...

what you see

is not...

what you taste

is not...

what you feel

is not...

what you speak

is not...

wandering grounds

frozen,sodden

trodden,

countless thoughts

stale

superficial

easily gotten,

words plethora

empty,

professing

no thing at all...

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