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Unknowing

Do not try to wrap me

with your perfect edges.

Boxes are not for me,

the wind,

the stars that burst

through time,

through space,

through you.

I am all.

Do not limit me

with your unknowing.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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