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What’s the purpose of it all?

The universal question

Defies language

Defies location

Who do they ask?

Why do they?

Humbly I offer

my piece to the puzzle… 78 more words


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there is a hole in my stomach

that I dig myself

with scooping hands

shaped with inattention

but I do this absently

like snoring in sleep… 75 more words