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People will have their opinions,
disturbingly
here we are miles apart,
concurrent
living under moss
mowing another's grass,
a tumultuous blast.
Love
stood up
living in the past.
some light is reflected
some light shines right through

I am the illusion
of not being you

we see our own soul
and not what really is

we walk in the shadow
of all that exists
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