about this mountain and concrete agreement/ You seem to know me well, but not well enough to dodge the awkwardness/ I sometimes find myself scratching at dirty surfaces to understand this a little better/ But then I always come up with my palms empty and desolate and/ More vagueness than before because then, it seems we've started all over again/ Back to when we knew nothing at all about life and the philosophies beckoning at our front doors..."
---Poetry, from a recent free-write
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