Within Creation

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What are moons
on fingernails
that they grow so ovally
like half-cut custard pies or
backing out shelled snails
in line?
Where do you come from
and what is your purpose in my life?
We make you wonder,
they softly scream in milky voices,
at our clean and
meaningless
design.

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