Poetry, anyone?

Some Petite Poems...

Block it
because it will never exist translated.
Only you
you
you
through time,
and all this.
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The surrender to sanity
may be all this lunatic knows.
When madness sees maddest of dreams
it is not as it seems.
This sadness is all too much,
this surrender of life.
*

Caught in, up and around you.
Completely.
Something of absorption;
absorbed in you or your things.
Time releases.
This is your doing.
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