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Jan 15
I’m here. I am. Am I?
It’s nothing. It’s everything.
Where are you? Spinning with everyone else.
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Around the cosmos.
It’s nothing. It’s everything.
Take. Give. Stay in place.
A nihilistic mural to a golden globe.
so rare, so expensive, so lusted.
The dog found some in the backyard.
It’s nothing. It’s everything.
I’m here...
Written by
s anne  18/F/midwest
(18/F/midwest)   
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