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Waking to the same sense

as before,

though, this time,

there is more,

a larger spot

to pick

beneath the mould. 

If one touch

could break it,

what would a thousand touches do?

Waking to the same sense

as before,

though, this time,

there is no exit,

no door to hold

open all truths;

where else can we go?

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