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The Night of the Lotus By m.d. ward Buddha sits in a golden frame as Einstein stands timeless on a perfectly round black clock in my newly painted room. White as Snow. They both Glow in the Dark. They sit and stand and shine in the perpetual night of my newly painted room. My soul hangs suspended between two
stars. Side by Side, Bliss and
Oblivion, Nightly, they whisper a secret, only I can hear. WE ARE THE SAME. - M
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