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The swirls of green and blue,
Touching them as if real,
As if there,
As if I knew.

The black swept over and over,
Pulling back quickly,
As if there,
As if I knew.

The waves of quick and appearing,
Feeling flashes and burns,
As if there,
As if I knew.

The images not scary and inviting,
Seeing and knowing,
And I know it's there,
But where.

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