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Why when I look do I see only the wounds and not the victory they have bought?
Why, when I cast inward, are all that’s cast back the echoes of pain and not the gentle reminder of suffering’s end?
Why can I not express my feelings directly instead of disguising them in tedious metaphor?
What game do I play with myself and why am I surprised that even when I win I lose?
These thoughts be...
Saturday 30th October 2021 2:04 am
A Haiku about a Library
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If you didn't understand this: you should have read this like you see a picture in front of your mind's eye. This is more a joke than serious poetry.
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