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I look outside, my dreary eyes
behold the gestalt state of all.
From the loss of the flies,
the form of the wind to drawl.
I step outside, as cold unbecomes
and gives way to blisters on its side.
Wind tears and growls, and leaves
just as through the falling tide.
Cracks and fractures brew
as the binding whole does scatter.
If we were truly greater than our selves,
perhaps we would have knew.