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complexed.

 


all mixied up, and turned about.  

i ain't sure what this life is about anyhow.  

now, that's a bit of alright to comfort the moment.



i know it when i make a mistake, and i am called to an answer.


i know it as death visits, and the only matter is grief alive.


i know it for the kindness of being still.


these intricacies of existence are far too close for us to imagine...

and yet, we dare.

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