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What’s never said,
Is only thought out loud.
Don’t see what is in front of the face
Blinded by the backside of a hand,
It only hurts
When it is remembered.
Inside the shell there is nothing,
But liquid tears.
Restrain the eye
Turn it to dust
Salt chips dip your hands in warmth,
To welcome the ascension.
Return to the dust in fire,
Becomes that which withers by mountain
Springs in the winter.
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Another poem about how the world has reacted to me and how I have reacted back with cynicism.
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