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Irrelevance Fills My Mind
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Irrelevance Fills My Mind

Irrelevance fills my mind;
unrelated, disembodied experiences rush forth.

They are alien to my life, and yet I think them.
Should they be written down?

yes, they should.

But they are not I!


a poem is a poem

for once, ever, and always.

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