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FOR FRIENDSHIP

It is never clear what the words of our days create, Always restless they dance around looking for meaning That often comes at the strangest times of day: Beyond the hurly-burly of the goings on together There is one truth … Continue reading

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FAR FROM THEIR REACH

Foundling machines went missing for a while As humanity emerged together in the present; Never far from the things we name for each other The aesthetic meaning is always between, Far from the reach of the imposter engines.

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