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A Poem by alan khan

true.
the tender grime
and razor sharp disbelief cuts through me like
daggers through tender flesh..

but i've also given up.

faced the night and fear not the chill,
i've only made things better.

do you think your words are dripping with any amount of originality?
do you think your thoughtfully constructed beauty means anything?

you've only embraced ideas conceived centuries before they took root in your
thoughts.

only the beasts go without the thirst.
but the limitless..
we have forgotten thirst all together.