2024
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From Object to Object
Distance does not stop us
For the mind is not our only power.
Mashed, Molded, Flipped, Folded,
Shaped itself away.
Fluently we collide
And then we part our ways.
The past belongs to the present
While the future lurks in our shadows.
Should we be eternal
Or will we forget.
The wind flew by
While we were bathing in the light.
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