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within my understanding there’s a lot that I don’t know some clouded recollection of a time before I passed glimmering existence to others (might have been) aware the circumstance of my condition differences made clearer by lessons fated there and where I was - e’en now I can’t recall what I knew of other worlds – I knew I didn’t know poppies grew in lavender and steel was there before I turned again and noticed I was gone forgotten now the taste that was my name
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