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Nov 2024
We could keep going down,
but I'd rather ascend.
The solitary sight could be maddening...
The numbers are up.
The shadows are set.
My form graced this surface to grow.
Not to play pretend in the kiddie show...
the only way my soul may know.
Adaire Pointer
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