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unattached, unadorned. Searching for meaning Finding more questions. Ideas abound I bound higher the clouds of normalcy roll in Turbulence shakes me and I fall almost to the ground, crashing as the storm rolls on. I trudge through life earthbound, subsolar, worldly. Seeking the truth Finding only questions. Ideas escape I fall slowly the clouds move on and I climb cautiously upward, hoping as life walks by. --Blah. |
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