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Art
Poems, works of art.
Mental pictures they create.
Painted with a pen.
Daylight grips the dawn.
Many opportunities,
wait for you and me.
The numbers are crunched.
But they don't add up to two.
Sum of me and you.
I've shadows inside.
I hesitate to explain.
Happiness I feign
Do dreams have meaning.
Or does fate have a strong say.
Or was it the schnapps.
Life is challenging.
First they give a name to you,
then take it away.
Because your truths don't align.
With what's written on a sign.
I'm tired of worrying if
I'll eat my words one day,
say too much; love too

much

I would rather regret
what I said over what
I can no longer say
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