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TAUTOLOGICAL DAYS
Tautological days pass
in repetitious ways
Incoherence rules my thoughts.
Only the dominant ideology of this time,
Creates the history books of my mind.
Silence in her eyes, a
glimmer in her smile
A single teardrop falling from the sky.
Her heart a torrent of
rhythmic rage,
The doubts pour from her mind.
Vacuity inside my bones
Skin hanging on forgotten truths.
It is worse to be incapable
of loving,
Than to not be loved at all.
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