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finding it’s place in the sun

mrnoodles.poetry

over the shoulder

of recognition

a cloud of smoke

advanced on the pilgrim

and the eternal sage

blinking obscene eyes

in youthful hopelessness

for it was the crowned-

doorkeeper at the bottom

of his heart, with a love

made of glass

and a face that cried

who will require me?

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