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A poem by Larry Graves 1997
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thinking up the strangest ideas in my head I'd go on little trips right out of my room into my future and even back into my mother's womb Never startled at what I'd see as what was seen was glimpses of my own being more than reality more than a dream more much more than the warmest feeling
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