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How many universes are there? Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number? Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer. The cosmos is a large and mysterious place, Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
When you say that you are fine, It leaves me lost to where your heart lies; What to make of such a quandary With diction so abstract in nature - I am granted the privilege akin to a diety:
Can you feel it?Sanity is running sandSlipping through your fingertipsEscaping desperate hands They push the pillsThey squak threatsOf belted jacketsAnd Padded Beds
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