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The Middle of Time Has No Voice

I am full of the world to come, full of the world that has passed. If I leak words It is because of the language that has ruined my mind. My tongue is unstable it will weave a truth within a lie, in this way a fool may appear wise. I met a woman once who had the same disability as I. she could only wrap a lie within a truth. We drank well together, but I could not love her, there can only be one poet in my past and future worlds.

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