After Reading My Poetry; My Life
They tell me to write happy poems, as if happiness could rewrite my scars.
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Who Has Understood Life?
Life is like white light piercing the prism, scattered and waiting to pick a colour.
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The Way I See the World
A balance of perspectives, an inverted prism bridging my curiosity about the world.
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I See Only Fallacies These Days
To see beyond words and unknowingly read intentions that are never wrong.
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