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Inside Out
September 13, 2019
They say I must leaveÂ
my body.
Abandon my humble abode.
The casement to my soul is muchÂ
clearer from afar.
I must become the grass, the trees,
the sky, the air.
Every particle surrounding me,
gawking at the shapeliness
the darkness forbids me from seeing.
They say to gain myself
I must lose it,
transcending my being, and escaping
the fog that clouds my view.
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