of questioning thoughts, perhaps of the creative process or of other human situations, besides


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who whose native self was fictionalized
what peace for an orphan that is found
where far as we would ever have gone
when joy is a stranger in the morning

why should anything remain the same

and of whom shall be sought for reply
when they with finality, inevitably call
having painted ourselves into corners;
how was it that you always had my six




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Written on 2023-07-01 at 05:10

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