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Internal Space


i wonder when i'm older
if my dreams have come true
because my universe
inside grew,
as i danced to
all the pain
i once knew.

i am my self-fulfilled prophecy,
but i have been undertaken;
the purest child
inside my cosmos
will become the
owner of wrinkled
hands foresaken.
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