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in self's shell secretly holding
its inner shining, deeply
embedded in resigned, is
hearts eye flinching no more
before lifes mirrored in an
artists' squinting, looking at
self's raising soulful, to ask
who is it then, who did
survive? Tell me, tell me, et al!