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May 2019
I wish that we were
bound by the pain
that we all share,
the way a drop of water
is bound to the ocean.
But we are not.
Instead, we wander
headless and heartless,
and chasing
the horizon of
our fellow human’s strife
proves futile
lest we recognize
that love is the only way
we will ever meet the sun
where it sets.
Andrew Philip
Written by
Andrew Philip  27/M/Denver, CO
(27/M/Denver, CO)   
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