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caught in between your blind lines 
released from the bridges of your breath
that seem to cross the tides of our lips
hiding behind stolen verses;

the more I seek outward; the more I am lost 
under the veil of void and nothingness
where the heart grows and learns to be complete
unattached, detached, disconnected

found myself lost between my orbits
yet gravitated towards the Self
for when one is lost, one shall be found

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