We all spend eternity cutting each others teeth.
Fumbling through causeways, endless darkness beneath.
Hard to know our shape or make, where burs still need the grind;
What's to do but bravely love, and smooth the pain we mind.
We all spend eternity cutting each others teeth.
Fumbling through causeways, endless darkness beneath.
Hard to know our shape or make, where burs still need the grind;
What's to do but bravely love, and smooth the pain we mind.
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what to do, indeed?
a wonderfully poignant shorty
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(btw how did your French write go down?)
I killed it with that poem at the French house party. Was packed and it was insanely validating to woo and be called clever by all these rich, worldly older people.
Haha.
Thanks for the kind words, as ever Mek.
awesome!
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