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day in a flurryodd feeling creeps in
feeling of something falling into placereadjusted
can’t pinpointit creates a buffer of spacebuffer of light around
knocking…another door is opened
no one else needs to exist for me to be in blissthat has been the crux of the matter
so now I allow anything to happendoesn’t matter what
long - shortcold - warmugly - prettypoor - richhigh - low
of no consequence
this day creeps into bedturning light offin a flurry of small stars perambulating