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In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet.
Is the line I'm reminded of by my own mind.
Betrayal from the soul's windows isn't an option, is it?
No, because even the purity of the skies won't shatter my shields.
If even in the incomprehensible outwardness of my "joy"
I feel incomprehensibly, inward and small
Then how am I to place trust in the palm of the hands I shake
The bows I take in the spotlight that sends me naked falling from the galaxies?
Why should I?
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