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Narayana Baba
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Joy exploded through me
and I tore apart atom from atom in the love of it,
a matchstick fallen into Sun.
It was as if I dropped my last candle in a black cavern
and after a while a Friend,
to help me see, lit a hydrogen bomb.
Joy exploded through me
and I tore apart atom from atom
in the love of it,
a matchstick fallen into Sun.
It was as if
I dropped my last candle in a black cavern
and after a while a Friend,
to help me see,
lit a hydrogen bomb.
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