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You’ve just arrived tripped over words in the library beehive stacked in rows straight buzzing minds unfold the
That thing we call you it moves on to the next step evolvement you are not a baby anymore that’s long passed but, you once were where did that ‘you’ go?
this face of clay we think we really know awareness of the outside and inside down the pit of our stomach to the tips of our toes not quite enough to
For those of us who seek knowing, the learned road is bound; long and bent. The Nubile wallows in