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32/33 as paradise Has a simple porch and door Through which we have passed Yet not completely Or again and again Without Even/Uneven gait That allows us to see clearly But only after the scene Has long since faded To naught except our Perfect/Imperfect memory Of joy-filled sadness and Teary happiness Beautiful/Sad all at once The reason we feel alive Our experiences, one after another, completing a line that is never finished.

By Andrew Cohee