esoterica
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a poem
what am i to do with this
life i did not ask for?
hold it like a child?
feed it my flesh, you say?
what am i to do with all
this burden in my chest?
let it unburden my womb?
let time bury me, you say?
what am i to do with this
life i did not ask for?
relish the sweet of it?
nurse it to the grave, you say?
what am i to do with all
this burden in my being?
let it wither my usefulness?
let time love me, you say?
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