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.... the long time

( ... the  pathetically long time )

A time of dying


A time just like Today

••

for some strange reason

Even we poets don't try

To be truthful

Anymore

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We don't truly try to connect with one another !

Yet we claim we have so many lovers out there !


Then we see that they are all imaginary

And that " our fellow poets " are imaginary

And that our whole world is imaginary !


And so we feel

Some semblance of peace !

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Day after day we do this

As we've been doing

For such a

Pathetically long time !

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