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In my bag of shapelessness
Where formlessness resides
I concentrate on notions
Whereon whims I don’t decide
When my fancies offer choices
I let my reveries presume
Where the boundaries and borders
Do not circumscribe my room
In these shadow-like suggestions
Where unknown causes keep the scores
Conclusions have no aftermaths
Nor what matters anymore
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