Slowly we realize
Life is a question
That is its own answer.
Appeased hours.
We have to defend no one anymore,
Not even ourselves.
Years made of loneliness.
We realize we don't know the world,
And the world
Doesn't know us.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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