Know-Ledge - Poem by Dylan Rivera
I think I know
I think he does too.
Or maybe she?
Oh, I don't know.
Am I in the know?
What did that ever mean?
The infinite makes us 'not know.'
And we create,
and go further away from really knowing anything.
Oh, it's rather difficult when you
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