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Apr 2014
The funny thing is
We are afraid to know the extent.
How scary would it be to know that the universe’s boundaries.
We take comfort.
Comfort in that it’s not on our shoulders.
To know where it ends.
To know the extent.

And in this way,
Is Love not the same?
Written by
nolan foster
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