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its exhausting
all the arguing all the killing the disagreeing the wars the words of hate the inner and outer noise of it its even more exhausting for me because of where I came from I cannot seem to turn it off I hurt too much I feel too much I think too often I dream too much I revise the world nightly in my dreams or my dreams revise me I heard human animals being described as pure consciousness either individual spiritual beings or one singular spiritual being that its possible we could be part of one another an ocean with many larger and smaller waves making an entire ocean how then could I hate how then could I deceive how then could I abuse another if they were part of me would I not only be harming myself I must think on this legal copyright for this poem 5:18AM PST August 28 2019 time and date stamped...any poem without this is not the original copyrighted version and also for this writer/author Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World Vote for this poem |
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