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Oct 2013
When not looking,
One might begin to see:
smoke & sparkles.

Just enough to distract,
enveloping the truth all the same.

Do not worry though,
It means: you are near,
to seeing things as they are.

Dashing sparkles,
no less than falling stars,
&& signals of smoke,
dense enough inside to get lost.
SomethingRascal
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