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Poem #182

If you feel nothing
in the moment when you cross every
boundary, erase all lines
does it mean you did it for the right reason
or that you just went numb and managed
to mute the voice of your conscience?

6 replies on “Poem #182”

I’m unsure anyone could answer such question for you honestly unless we happened to be the destination you crossed into to reach, and even then; would we care enough to notice your motives in those coalescing moments? I’m sure I would simply relish the stolen time shared for as long as you let us- last, myself.

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