
Hollowing Poem
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The Poem
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The most innocent & dire thought
Of life-death. Of no-thing.
Cannot be summoned in my tongue
Hence alive and I live
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On my palette 2ndary
Derived is via shades of other tongues;
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I know merely how not to spend a day
I know merely how not to die a day
The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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The Old Men Gave a Hollow Smile
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