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Jul 3
The juggler is playing
his fool tricks for a dunce hat
audience

while they’re clapping their hands
in front of the multiple hoax
they see without seeing

false prayers are born
from false purposes
based on fake beliefs

night’veil has been torn
by the claw of the dawn
the day is scattered by our motley thoughts.
Written by
Enrico Barig
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