Poetry is a revolt
Against the self.
And what is the self?
Self can be described
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My house and your house
Are dazzling in this twilight
But we are ever distant
and alone and wandering
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You are to use
My language
While sending
Message.
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Loving and hot
Is my language,
My mother-tongue.
I can show you
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Excuse me, I cannot say
What I really need.
What I really need
That is not here, my dear.
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I see three,
Three colors.
White, black
And yellow.
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Think, my dear, think,
Thinking is life,
Through thinking
You can touch the root
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Make your voice count
On this day of valentine.
Love all and do some good.
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I am the king of kings.
Ask me how and let me
Tell you I am contented.
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