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Into the black
I often wake
In the darkness of my room,
above
Looking into the forever…….of the cracks^ my bed.
Waiting………………...waiting for answers to come;
Answers buried to deeply in the unknown black to be revealed.
The beginnings………..............and..... ends of things…
….. trail on my shoe,
embedding the scuffed soul…………….
………….Encoding…………..the road taken…
a
map
of
i and we
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