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A Poem by Maya
...but you must no longer ask me about the stories that do not unfold as
we wish them to, nor about the now swift, now dragging passage of time.
A..
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A Poem by Maya
They go about life, fumbling around, stumbling and tumbling, blind to
the all-transcending essence of existence, too distracted by the
transient n..
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A Poem by Maya
It cannot be undone, it cannot resuscitate,
it died intestate, after a wordless agony.
It consumed itself... words burn words
and the ashes were ca..
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A Poem by Maya
The tears of Aurora are already dampening my lashes
and yet, the sun is still absent from my window.
Where I stand,
at the edge of dreamland I aw..
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