𝓐 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵
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Two Chairs
Are two chairs
indeed better
than one? Yes? No?
Perhaps a divan,
a settee, something
one could use
or even own?
If I furnished my hovel
with mismatched seating options,
would that make me a designer
or merely a nervous squatter?
indeed better
than one? Yes? No?
Perhaps a divan,
a settee, something
one could use
or even own?
If I furnished my hovel
with mismatched seating options,
would that make me a designer
or merely a nervous squatter?
Your Algorithm
does not attract
mine. We've debated this
endlessly:
the prosaic vs. the sublime.
You dared to die;
I dared to defy.
In the end,
there is no end;
only distances
mine. We've debated this
endlessly:
the prosaic vs. the sublime.
You dared to die;
I dared to defy.
In the end,
there is no end;
only distances
don't die.
Neither Dainty Nor Delicate
these scars
attest to the most brutal of tests. No rest
for the wicked, no rest for the saintly
no rest
no rest.
attest to the most brutal of tests. No rest
for the wicked, no rest for the saintly
no rest
no rest.
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