no titleA Poem by Bijulost.The one death chose not to kill The sun chose not to light his path stumbling I go thou know my sorrow not or chose not to
the pain of the foam is not known by the wave that bears it the shore ignores the despair of the foam who beats his head on its sandy lap
does the world know or care that the pearl is the tears of a wounded oyster and the rainbow is fermented pain of the foam
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