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Saturday, May 10, 2008

every day

every day in imitation of the next
- so I experience the day before all through my life

every day might be a beginning but could be an end
- there’s a kind of middle ground we stand on

every day is equal to twenty four hours
- but the boy is punished for saying it’s a quarter o’clock now

everyday, the poet writes a poem
every day he burns the one he wrote the day before
- now he is famous in hell
still waiting for death the only hope


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