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poetry its 6am, the end of my day, and I saw posting 

there's so many things to do

a portal opened through which I can see my hopes and dreams. a wormhole distorted by its shape and curve, bending my light as I pass me through.

inspecting momentarily but in it for real, thoughts colonize me. propogating within I take my breath and without me as they leave.

<to be continued>

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