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A dither of doubt Doesn't do justice to this To the self inflicted wound of how Carved out like wood And collapsed like stone The engraving is known And read often aloud To a mind bent on listening To such wavering doubts
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
Dear Alan Watts
A dither of doubt Doesn't do justice to this To the self inflicted wound of how Carved out like wood And collapsed like stone The engraving is known And read often aloud To a mind bent on listening To such wavering doubts
"And if we lack self confidence..."
colmistoirm
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
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