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something empty
in my life
feels less empty
when i write
wanna be adored
while simultaneously ignored
want you to be obsessed
and repress
all that emotion boy
don't show me a thing
show me everything
tell me your dreams
tell me **** that stings
you got it
i don't want it
and i've gotta have it
A huge frog and I,
staring at each other,
neither of us moves.
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.
A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
    to me, to the mountain.
In spring rain
a pretty girl
    yawning.
The pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain.
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.
the angel on my shoulder
picked up smoking,
the devil on the other
took up yoga—

they don't know
how much they have
in common.
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