Some late nite bwi:
Poetry
of kindness
of emptiness
not me
where love goes
before i was here
exhaustion leads me back
to now
there is nowhere to go
nothing to become
nothing at all
drop the charade of unhappy
negative = dual = positive
get over it
all of it.
you know your bobJuan loves you.
[Picture stolen from here.]
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