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The sky with its furious blankness

that can mask the world from itself

or the river's constant motion

flying, swimming to the end of the earth, unknown

for the mountains hide their hate

in blankets of infinite snow

and the ocean finds what it truly desires

in a never stopping peace

for in this world there are men

who hide what they do

in infinitely cliche metaphors

and lives they wish they could lead,


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