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”these thoughts, become yours, more than mine, for in the taking is the additive chemical that enhances, making the distance closed to only those closest, here I pause, fearful, you hesitate, do not understand, that sunshine can blind any man, sickness humble any body, we are un-alike despite our commonality, more than different, for we are all riddled” the words clearly clear, thinnest writ for your gaze to penetrate. do you yet understand? we are all riddled. the world presses upon our back. we do not understand why. riddled with the worst, bullet holes shot through and through, some wounds old now, others anticipated and yet to arrive. in this we have a stake, all humans can die in the same ways. ah death, the theme that keeps coming back, endless reruns. I am ruined, riddled with doubts, value and worth, how it is humans exhibit the polar opposite, of qualities, features disparate. are we not all riddled? we are all riddled.
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Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
We Are All Riddled
”these thoughts, become yours, more than mine, for in the taking is the additive chemical that enhances, making the distance closed to only those closest, here I pause, fearful, you hesitate, do not understand, that sunshine can blind any man, sickness humble any body, we are un-alike despite our commonality, more than different, for we are all riddled” the words clearly clear, thinnest writ for your gaze to penetrate. do you yet understand? we are all riddled. the world presses upon our back. we do not understand why. riddled with the worst, bullet holes shot through and through, some wounds old now, others anticipated and yet to arrive. in this we have a stake, all humans can die in the same ways. ah death, the theme that keeps coming back, endless reruns. I am ruined, riddled with doubts, value and worth, how it is humans exhibit the polar opposite, of qualities, features disparate. are we not all riddled? we are all riddled.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3886136/after-whitman-if-they-are-not-the-riddle-and-the-untying-of-the-riddle-they-are-nothing/
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
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