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Saturday, October 26, 2019

Poem- “This Privation”

“This Privation”



“Say what you mean.”
Well, I have nothing to mean on yet.
People go.
There’s just enough habit to make something of them.
Reality comes in folds- let them go, and more folds will be made.
Are you going to stop me or let me speak by chance?
I’m going to be really sick.







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