Between you and me, there
are two worlds and there is a
tyrannical hypocrisy.
Inexcusable. You have
loved me too much. I have to stifle myself.
You will have to be on the road.
You are repairing yourself
for a genocide of overthinking. I had
a revulsion of saying nothing.
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Comments1
'and so silently, I let
the grudgingly inevitable, unfold: before me
knowing; regretting
will soon, be all that keeps me - company...'
(another wonderful poem, Guru!
thanks you for sharing and inspiring
my little scribbled reply)
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