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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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a leaf from the figurative book
 There is a corner in the world made for us, for the collective bodies of the detached and the soulless. Where salvation and morals are crippled, and pessimism is currency. Where ice is soft as hearts, where cold is hot as war. There is a corner of the world in all of us, where we are captive to our seeking. But our seeking has kept us moving, blind and old and worn. When we speak, we are not heard. We are answered to, by voices aching, crying with expectations, yet all encompassing, inclusive, inducive. The coin becomes an orb. Frustration and Sympathy. Love and Hate. Languages and Voice. Enlightenment and Duty. We and Them. Time and Us. God, I cry, it is impossible to live. |