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The light from her eyes was aimed at me
with a parallel relation.
It wrapped itself
around
me
and married my
imagination.
With direction
I walk outside of myself
past Autumn's clock malfunction
and into
the palm of existence
from which I view
this certain light.
I am a hungry pupil.
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