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Decembre 13h
You
Why is it
that whenever I pretend to love,
or try to think of
how it would look,
I see you?
I tend
to make things
much more complicated
than they need to be.
Until I’ve gotten myself
stuck in a web
that has no spider.
Never must man judge
What eyes have not seen,
What’s to the soul unknown

What do your words mean, petit?
Little one so free,
Of hardship never sown
Decembre Mar 20
The way that we perceive the world
‘s entirely depended upon
The way we wish it to be perceived,
and what glasses we don
Though from time to time,
we do not realise which we wear
Or we might forget at all
that they are even there
And then we think that what we see,
is clear as day and true
Discounting other eyes that view
the world not as we do

— The End —