Touching on the silver glow.
When you touch it,
You'll know it.
It's designed to keep
You running back.
This Spiritual snack.
Keeping you open for attack,
As you sink back into the
World, askew and absconded,
Trying to conjure
Between worried wait:
The Science of the mind
And the love we thought we'd find.
Point me towards the house I will live in.
Let me punch in the...
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