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  • Sadness

    Out

    Small glimpses and tiny peeps
    Are all you get of me.
    I cannot share
    What I do not own -
    I am not yet master of my faculties,
    I am not yet he who is complete.
    My mind won't contain my curiosity,
    My soul wanders incessantly....
    Only my heart,
    In the narrowest valves,
    Seems to give any answers.
    But these are merely hollow vespers;
    Ethereal referendums; Petitions
    Presented in daylight to a sleepy magistrate -
    And until the defense is prepared to cross-examine,
    A further continuance will be requested.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Psycler314’s Poems (5)

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