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Poems

to some they're just words
strung together
that may mean something
or nothing at all
or mean different things
at different times

to some they're expressions
of desperate souls
entrapped in their existences
conjuring shangrila
elysian fields, ruritania
by inked stains on paper

to some they're everything
truth & escape
existence and fantasy
being and dying
the only way to live
and to die

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