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May 3, 2020
Shaped perfectly, in mind, body and soul to squeeze thru to the next world, I'm loved by a curious eye. Belted down by misgivings of onlookers to a place of blindness, in accords with the rundown called age, melting mind and body down to singularity awaiting me behind the unseen, inevitable door, this eye scans me differently. I distrusted this eye, sensing the ulterior motive, all too familiar, consistently played out along a cascade of thermonuclear love bombs, telling me, "You're a fool! Why should you believe this one? You know it'll end the way they've all ended." Oh yeah?