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My dreams used to rebel with technicolor and holograms. Prisms exploded with hues I’d never seen before and the spectrum of light showed its face instead of remaining trapped inside of glass prisons.
When I closed my eyes, I saw cartoon worlds w
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There can be no convergence./
There is only the talking that talks about/
an angle of sight nothing else can share.
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