what a futile world,
man constructs for himself
staring intensely into
the garden
all to dissolve
and leave behind
not much else
than he came
with.
what a futile world,
man constructs for himself
staring intensely into
the garden
all to dissolve
and leave behind
not much else
than he came
with.
how often do you write poetry?
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