Everything that is knowable I want to know.
(insert terrible character flaw
that bothers you)
I’m afraid that I’ve gotten
too accustomed to not having
anything I am accountable for.
Everything in essence is the same,
and if you look at the globe
in a certain light it looks only like glass,
a transparency one would have never known.
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