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'I' look in the mirror----what a funny face.
'I' don't recognize you ---------you must have come from space.
Space has no form, 'I' cannot define it nor hold it, yet it spews forth all manner of things.
Like clouds they come and go, ever gliding over the background of space.
Seemingly no destination but to dissolve and rain.
They have a purpose----but do they know it?
What is mine?
SHACK
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