didact
again you pull your eyes
over your wool. you have
stuff in your head. you
think you won't
get it but thinking is
already a mistake
you think you really can't
afford to make. to each
their own to you you own
a fine collection of
things and all that
buying the joy
brings. with all your willing
to, in all the time
it takes, from your first
cry to your wake.
~
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