Pity and anger
Go together
In memory
And as part of
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More pleasure less pain,
More light less darkness,
More poetry less prose,
More languages less life,
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Stay vacuum,
Vacuum stay.
All are there,
Though, so far.
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I want to talk
To the dead. And
Who is not dead,
Tell me, please.
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All grass and no snow,
All snow and no grass.
We are all in between
The snow and the grass.
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Better to leave
Than to live.
Better to live
As an ordinary one
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What she is
A woman in the mirror?
Or a mirror in the woman?
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I am the river
Flowing within me.
I am the mountain
Fixed outside.
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Always I want to
Help you, you told.
But where are you?
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You have rightly said,
Dear poet Robert Murray Smith
All are equal,
All are one and the same.
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