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Imagine cities you've
Inhabited, streets
Paved in lava stone.
You never intended to pray
In the temples, had
Nothing to sell.
Now imagine yourself
Returning to those same cities.
The river flows, the summit
Emerges each morning from the haze.
Hunt for people you knew,
Knock on their doors.
Ask yourself
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