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[shiningfractal]

every man, woman and child
carry in them the sorrows
of their forefathers
the sorrows gave them only
a brief respite
so they could taste death
and then came back full force
for another round
another iteration
it is yet unknown
if these sorrows are but
clouds which cool and refresh
its flowers during
the most violent heat
could you feel sorrow
if you weren't invested
in any outcome in this world
you have read these poems
you know me then
as far as someone can know someone else
through such a flimsy medium
you know I have sentences
laying by me for all purposes
far from being miserable
I am the eye of the storm
Misery Itself
making everyone else miserable
while I myself am quite alright
so people avoid me
wisely enough
same as they would avoid a natural disaster
it is only when you are very very close
that the chaos turns to calm

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