Simple poem written for someone who I thought was... but was not....
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I am sad to see
that you are a fake, sir
and your words
are hollow
you realized
a dream in me
and for that, I thought you better;
but no, it is the Self
I saw, in writings of others
expounded at your expense
and I wonder, do you feel
more a saint
for the words
you fear
and share
for love listens
day and night to your sounds
but never, a kindness
other than your own
voice
shhh
dear child
listen
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