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the collective madness of language / sifts through my home / i am a love spent too soon / and the inheritance refuses to accept me / do i look like someone the streets can stop for / because i think this universe owes me a gentle apology / for all the ruins it has sent my way / a little too early, an ounce too soon ~
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Poetry#314 in poetry [Aug 19, 2021] "A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it." ~ E. B. White.
