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To see, feel and be,
Nothing but distance.
Glorified emotion,
Ever present, but dull.

Admist the raging passing
The stead of poetical meaning.

Haunting the feeling, the being.
Distance glimmers,
Background stability
Lost in a shinig sanctuary.

I still believe,
The nature of meaning.

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