Is this place
This whirring oneness
That’s clogging me up
Making me sway
A flatulent sigh
Has it been heard
Announced me in
Ponder my existence
There she is again
A smile out of line
Running away
A trail of sand
Man seeks a mother
In every thigh adorn
Then looking up
The faces are fine
Let it all be
This is the here
That wells the space
Of a lost detour
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