he sat on the grass
and looked up at the night sky
but he couldn't see the stars
he went walking through the garden
and gazed across the bushes
but he couldn't see the flowers
he attended a wedding
and sat amongst the pews
but he couldn't see the love
he visited a high school
and wandered the classrooms
but he couldn't see the learning
he stumbled across the funeral
and climbed inside the casket
and laid himself to rest
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and he could see everything.
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dark poems
Puisithis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
