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[ Semi Evolved :: 2001-08-02 ]
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Standing at the bus stop,
I look down on a beetle.
Not yet evolved into a cicada,
it is truly one of the ugliest
things I have seen in my life.
Suddenly I am God,
looking down on a human.
I cry at my own ugliness.


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