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Sep 2014
I often wonder what it's like,
to live in a world, enclosed by delight.

It's beginnings and ends
are one in the same.

What one may call the end,
is another's noblest Game.

"Carry on, carry on",
say the specs in the globe.

Fall fast, fall hard,
until the end is known.
Pdub
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