Dispair

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    Dispair

    Up from the bowels of hell to the surface he rose.
    One look around, then he froze.
    Back to hell he choose.
    C.B.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    cb’s Poems (5)

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    COLD HEART 0
    TOGETHER 0
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    Prison Walls 2
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