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Autism

What is obvious to you

Is not to me

And frankly I don't know

This has to be

That's why I won't

Do what you tell me

Because it's really not

Obvious to me

Surely the truth

Is far beyond me

Maybe I'm wrong

And words aren't free

Epiphany may come

Another day

A misunderstanding

In the way

And I don't know

What to believe

There might not be

Right ways to live

But beneath the point

It all seems

To lose oneself

Into common dreams

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31 / France

Published: Jun 10, 2024
LinesWords: 2486

Notes: "They'll never write a poem"

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