I used to find so much beauty
in the way, through the world
it was just
as much mine as it could
have been. I never did choose
- in those days -
my way.
Didn't have to look,
to find anything
It was always
there, and I knew
how to look
at it.
Not even around,
or for.
It's easy to find
or find out anything
that shows up - with
no expectation for
more, except that
there may be
more.
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