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thinking creature
i know time is here.
i begged for it to bring
home the barest scratch of
faith,
of reason.
i was a thinking creature until
i met him.
he was inside and i lived.
there was a thin beauty in
adaptions.
it was hurtful
and my head dips from my
lack.
what is the point of building
on false gods; on knowing nothing
and burden?
nothing is ever fruitful in dim;
reading tea leaves and drinking soda
were better.
i begged for it to bring
home the barest scratch of
faith,
of reason.
i was a thinking creature until
i met him.
he was inside and i lived.
there was a thin beauty in
adaptions.
it was hurtful
and my head dips from my
lack.
what is the point of building
on false gods; on knowing nothing
and burden?
nothing is ever fruitful in dim;
reading tea leaves and drinking soda
were better.
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