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Try this sometime -
write a poem in one language, for anyone,
and then translate it into another.
Then back:
Hand becomes grasp,
grasp becomes understand.
Talking to her alone, she is mine.
Then in a small room; her girlfriend with us -
and I am an earnestly charming, if awkward, friend.
Talking to me alone, I am hers.
Then in a large room; my girlfriend with us -
and she is a deliriously beautiful, if misplaced friend.
Kiss becomes joke, joke becomes secret.
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Strideo
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I did so with this blathe and I thought it might be funny to put it here next to the original, but the words came out ugly and disjointed. they were nonsensical and somewhat comical in their newfound absurdity yet I was struck with a notion that they did not belong and so I left them behind to simply enjoy what was already here.
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found leaflet
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its i___ don't kid me! i may look stupid...
but i act,
like you !
my confidence is dented by peoples lies.
no problem... it comes back when color comes back.
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in a silent way
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"dip" becomes "hollow"
and something that has yet to happen
becomes something that has happened already
some clarity is lost
but there are new angles
permutations
alternate paths to explore
barefoot and lost without a map
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