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A Poem by transentience

Miracles in the mystery
Claiming ignorance
Of what is and isn't said
In Still water, shallow
And Born in the depths
A future lives past
The ghostly remnants
Of our present tense

© 2016 transentience


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Added on December 14, 2016
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transentience
transentience

Buena Park, CA



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29. Writer, dreamer, musician, thinker, disabstractionist An empath who fights for what they believe in My mind is a blessing and a curse, but music keeps me balanced I tend to psychoanalyze .. more..

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