Page 48 - stages of unrequited Love: poetic dissertation
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4.1. unfolding
oblivion walls against the “why?”
there’s more to hide than meets the eye
exploding
the Essence gone with awkward haste
that loss of smell, that loss of taste
revolting
exploded walls, yet did dictate:
“what’s my fate is not your fate”
unfolding
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