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Delve


There was no question.

There is no answer. 

How was the sound to be heard? 

Do you ever create and not know why? 

The space is limited 

The stakes are high. 

Wandering with aims is much more severe than aimslessness

There was no question. 

Stop looking for an answer!

There is nothing to be found 

But keep hope

For there is much to be discovered

The Unknown 

It haunts us

 

 

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