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Every person is a half-open door
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and I often
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this sense of well-being, the flourishing
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Immutable rays
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You slide through the slits of these minutes,
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can be
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There’s also how I stand in the field
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O, / but what more could we want,
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How to end the poem of a non-deflector:
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Everyday, confused in desperate poses,
