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The Aliens Were Us.


Waning in the afternoon dunes,

While drifting off into albatross runes

Among a hidden path weaved in the past,

Are the Aliens that reformed our cast

Tricking us into false beliefs,

Admiring them in carved reliefs

Those foreign found their way back home,

A place among the written tomes

Written then to bring them back,

Misleading with their questions 

Of where and who,

The answers lie in me and you.

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