Quarter Life Weeps

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From the end I start
writing because the beginning
never begins. Poetry betrays.

It is like love. It
never ends. The time sucks the
distance. Your eyes break the heart.

No god is in near
conversation. Deaf and dumb
speak with pain of earth. She burns silently.

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