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POEM: Crack

When it travels through the crack,

who knows if it will come right back?

Is it a crack in space or time,

or in the fabric of your mind?

“Maybe it’s matter” said the Mad Hatter,

“But if it goes in fat, it’ll come out flatter.”


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