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My search of one remained futile I had no skill nor had I guile But when I picked with both my hands some bits of stars some fists of sands I found that 'all' for me was 'one' And I was all or I was none! Arshia.
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
From perspective to truth.
My search of one remained futile I had no skill nor had I guile But when I picked with both my hands some bits of stars some fists of sands I found that 'all' for me was 'one' And I was all or I was none! Arshia.
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
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