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THE CRACKS.

Like rainwater percolates
through permeable rock, it seems
details drawn from waking life
add flavour to the stock of dreams;
they slip from cell to gifted cell
and settle into hidden seams
to reappear in slumber where
a fleck of recognition gleams.

◄ EVOLUTION.

SLOW CLAP. ►

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