Before The Light
I lost one, found one
I went back to the beginning with it
The marking
I want more of your ideas
And less of your infinite
Looked in, I looked out
The placement, that would never fit
Forgetful, that to look is the instinct
But the ?leave? takes the flesh with it Don
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