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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a blade-thin thought flashes~ quicksilver slicing through fog. it leaves no wound, only light where shadows clung too long. * * * deep-rooted knowing grows slow, rings layered under patient bark. it holds the weight of mountains in a single, silent dark. * * * wild seeds ride untamed winds, sprout forests where stone slept. they color outside every line drawn by minds that never leapt.
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