no excuses or tears
death comes too soon
whatever needs to happen
is already trying to happen
move out of the way
for you are blocking
your own sunlight
The stuff on this blog is poetry. It's not sudoku. You don't have to work anything out or look for any meaning. It's just images and sonics and poetry that is designed to be untranslatable. If you try to translate it it won't work. Just let it remain as poetry and it might just...
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