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It slings shots us around,
Round and round.
Over and under,
And in and out.
A kaleidoscope
Showing kaleidoscopes.
It's broke, glows, grows, smokes and chose
To spill out loud but beautifully proud.

It holds what we cannot
And folds what we cannot,
But that's all we got.
That spot. Mock. No tic or toc.
From here nor there.
Everywhere. No better pair,
Than the tear and care.

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