Desert’s, Beloved,
Scorpions’ home. Oases—
Crops are rich and sweet.
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Walking on a rim with smiles and cries is now, drawing a circle from one start to one end— a point.
A close-looped cycle, dear Self. Are you in?

graphs of my Universe
Desert’s, Beloved,
Scorpions’ home. Oases—
Crops are rich and sweet.
———————————————————
Walking on a rim with smiles and cries is now, drawing a circle from one start to one end— a point.
A close-looped cycle, dear Self. Are you in?
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