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once i had travelled
through marvels they dislodged my existence to a mere one. How often do i question myself? For what one underneath the huge canopy stand for. What is a flag for. What better is a noun? Are we not all meres of the others nearby wherever we go? What more do we think? In a busy train. |
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Yes, I believe we are all variations of the company we keep. Nice write.
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