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Quantum

I wander, of,
sub-reality,
incomplete,
for my purpose,
as I,
am, and so shall be,
for my alloted time,
in agitated energy,
across agglomerations of ice,
and ravines,
of forest,
and mountains,
and they all cry,
for their tomorrow,
and in probability,
they float,
until the anomalie,
of fluctuation,
and the impossibilities,
return to life.





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