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In other words
Your lessons were given to me in teaspoons
of solace
There I laid anomalously supine on
a Sahara of hardwood floor between each
ache, moment & this obsidian body,
Fully musing origamis of desire,
Fully aware of my Now
Knowing, well, trying to accept this (( I )) that
belongs to no-one
of solace
There I laid anomalously supine on
a Sahara of hardwood floor between each
ache, moment & this obsidian body,
Fully musing origamis of desire,
Fully aware of my Now
Knowing, well, trying to accept this (( I )) that
belongs to no-one
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