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Poetry
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White Room
People spoke of the white room, but as time crept on the reverent tone began to disappear.
Séance
I want to walk on your gaze
into your pupil & just settle
in there, your vision becoming mine.
Oad
Our friendship is based on the realization /
that neither of us knows what we’re doing /
but we’re doing it at full speed,
