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it's been awhile since i spread my thoughts out on paper

like a game of pick up sticks

memories

moving past me like vaporous

cumulus

puffy and white

when i used to swear there

up in the clouds

was some kind of mythical beast

living

amongst the fantasies

and dreams

of preadolescent

disposition

stargazing and

rain watching

and hide and seek

with

my own thoughts

grey matter seeking

knowledge of self

searching much further then the clouds

beyond the mythical beast living there

well past the fantasies

where all energy is drawn

someday somehow

little did i know way back then that the knowledge i sought

was always there

inside

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