Within the gold-flecked iris,
There in the black-hole universe,
Another truth awaits.
If only we could see
The space
Between
Our
Thoughts.
In that gap,
Deep in a place that isn’t within us,
That is within our brains,
Therein lies the secret.
Trading in my combat boots
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You are way too kind!
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