Is to be quiet inside and out
Do not think
Do not remember
And soon it will all be over
Life has tiny knives that may finally
Shred all hearts to pieces
Roll the shreds carefully
In salt to preserve them
Put on a dark shelf in the closet
How could anyone walk
The highways of this world
With a heart in their chest
If indeed you are stubborn
And refuse to die
Then you should know that
The task before you is not easy
To make a thinking creature
Into an unthinking creature
To push the mighty oak
Back into the acorn:
Are you stubborn still? ..........
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