A poem comes from your body,
but
your poem is not your body.
Your body dreams a poem.
Your poem is a dream body.
Your poem is your dream’s
tombstone to the world.
It says
Thanks for Everything.
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2 comments:
//Your body dreams a poem.//
Yes, it never stops dreaming a poem.
you are the body the poem has.
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I like your body!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
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