The Black & White Poet

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it’s entirely surreal sometimes
you
being so astray
 
if eternal rest
had snatched you
sensibility would exist
but
you designated this prospect
with unclouded intention
 
sometimes a bewilderment overwhelms me
questioning your justifications
 
and a sorrowful sensation resides
with the unknown answers of
whether or not 
you’d even feel any shame (or remorse)
if one of us, like you
unexpectedly
vanished
 

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