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thoughts[1]

motion moving,
everything is streaming, flowing
it itching to find its natural pattern.
the rhythym that life intended it to take.
refuge to the mountains, they know.
they've been there,

its the same on the inside that its is on the outside,
just the noise in between the two,
will distract you enough to believe that that is all there is
noise