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Write a letter to the moon
Composed in shadow
NO light to see
Comes out the way it does
Why
No reason
Simply is
Crock full of mandarin pips bursting with life
Seeds developing into plants
Babies into men
Miraculous
A mewling cat enters my room
White as sin
Pure as evil
Words have no meaning
Twist and turn them
Hot as ice
Cold as lava
Mean nothing
Are nothing
Look at the world with no words
No mind
No separation.


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