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You were not made to be only a lighthouse.
You are the ocean itself.
If you as me have felt hopelessness regarding your existence. Unable to unleash the universe of yourself? Desperately fighting the currents of your situation - arguing in monologues about why you exist - purpose - reason - who ****** decided the way life turn out.... To be, is no excuse. How to be is a different matter
Slice where you live like pie
--this piece of heaven,
you and your cream-filled sky.

Cappuccino sweet-talk,
every dream includes a bit of sleep-walk,
the taste of last summer
floats belly-up in your cup.
the
smell
of the
barbecue grill
taunts
my hunger pains
I walk on by
uninvited
with no place
to
go.
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