Some reflections from inside
a well lived life. If you're
a frog, you can call
and announce it,
or not. Nobody actually cares.
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Everything tears. Let
the tears be.
Soon there will be
more, and less.
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I think she'll come back
another one said, shaken
or stirred by a story. Moment
I knew this one would
also leave. Ah, well.
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I've learnt nothing in all these years.
You could say it's all still new to me.
Well, fuck sunsets with an old broom.
Go quietly in a big room.
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Are they scar tissue. Is they
what marks the spot and something died.
Are exes sometimes an excess.
The best question-marks hide in the dark.
Above and below are the best lines I've ever written
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Many things are colder in this world.
and reason to go well, even quickly.
Cold now can still burn,
another victory for a new science.
Remember the sound a stone makes
falling. Wait for the gratitude
of water. Today my skin is barbed wire.
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Perhaps we need
new fairytales. All is well.
frogs are fewer, funguses plentier
and princesses don't walk.