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Oct 2014
a child in ethereal white,
chasing fireflies in vacuity.
overwhelmed by the brilliant cloud.
of past and future selves,
fruitless, collapsing into itself,
contented sigh of blissful wisdom.
how wonderful the game is!
Written by
the unknown possum
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