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Jun 25
They are who
chase it
the fleeting
feelings
of illusive
feeling

finding out what
feels the best
and pursuing it
as a lion

sought after and achieved
the strongest
among them

the King takes the
most pleasures
and must defend them
against
the others

a perplexing mystery,
or a feeding
as the Buddha
said

Is this the game?
to find pleasure
and protect
it?
this fleeting
mist
of elated
vapor
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