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It came externally, amorphous and hard

Tasteless in origin, without tale or icebergs.

 

And you compared it to internal one,

so plume look alike.

 

Navigating system, hanged in an empty space,

perfectly matching much future, more of tomorrow.

reminding me what pure joy is.

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