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Intellectual hygiene…
the Poet declines

That dull antiseptic,
that deadens your mind

Once washed and then scrubbed,
the truth a charade

Academic consensus
—the Muse in her grave

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
One single act has changed my whole viewpoint.
As I wished for you for so long, I lost a little piece of myself.
All it took to reemerge to my former glory was one person noticing.
As we talked, he noticed m crying and asked what I felt to be true.
He knows of my wishes for you and I told him of the hurting you had brought.
He whisked away my tears to show me how I was special.
While he doesn't know this, as I sit writing next to him, he helps me see the beauty in the world.
He is truly special and all it took was just one single act to see it.
  Dec 2019 TheGirlYouThoughtYouKnew
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05-11-19
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