The Paradox We AreA Poem by Caroline Blairexplanation kills the art
Some things, just are.
Like the sky and the rain and the grass and the earth. Like you and me, like lights and shadows. Like the gasoline that ruined my rivers, it’ll burn down our flame. Funny how that works, how sometimes the fuel kills the fire.
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