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Mar 2017
Ugh
I learned words when I was young
when I was young, each was infinite,
when I was young I thought each word
knew what it meant to be human,
each word trying to explain,
I was trying to explain
that we could explain it,
when I was young, each human
could be a word,
each could be infinite-
I learned words were old
when I grew older
older than my explanations,
humans tried to explain
but human words,
each word
was finite,
selfcontained-
each human limited;
each feeling
halfconveyed
Written by
Chris Cowan  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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