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[dreamingofdepth]

A little late, but here it is:

Gliding over the reflective glass
its motion beckons me to penetrate its churning surface
its intermittent blinding sparks offer me a refuge
from the triumphs and defeats of substance
its metallic waves enrapture me
until i recall the source of blindness
and turn my thoughts towards light

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[anonymous]

I like it. Talk to you later.