MENDICANT
Driftless, listless and without a
thought, the boughs drop snow.
Within this circle, not worth
watching anything, this world
has lost its content. It's simple
to exist, but it's hard to be.
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Hysteria is always compounded
by angst, and the color of a car
is pure chance. 'Nothing in the
voice of the cicada intimates
how soon it will die.'
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