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A stranger once told me
I had an old soul -
but every writer knows the two
walk hand in hand
because to write is to see,
a world that is imperfectly perfect,
it is to walk,
through the fog
into real and not real
and it is to fall
through the chosen paths
and create
one
of
your
own.
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