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Belligerent Poetry
lies
there is both so much
and so little in each moment of life
and the moments we pass
from one to another
person to person
holding each other
it doesn't matter what way you hold it,
it doesn't matter what light
or where it came from or why
each moment that we hold onto
tells the same kind of lies
in its sparkle and its pain
as did you, and as did i.

-wil 7.31.01