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7A
Rivers of light snake their way,
Into the mighty luminescent lake of the city.
Millions of bulbs
And lamps,
Joining forces.
I wonder,
Which one could be yours?
Is it casting a shadow,
Of your latest inspiration?
Is it streaking across
A new lover’s face?
Or has it been flicked off,
Still hiding from my eyes,
As I gaze from seat 7A.
how to know yourself
Go walk through the woods.
Leave yourself at home.
what we forgot
We feel
Time lives on the X-axis
And effort on the Y
While success shoots eagerly
Through the plane
But, we’ve forgotten
What the rabbits never will:
That morning greens
Are as delicious to them
As they are
To wolves.
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