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do poems ever question the writer
on their purpose and meaning
like the reader does
or are they satisfied with a simple existence
and the cloak of mystery enveloping them
no poem is ever straightforward
just as no mind is easily read
the air of the unknown draws moths to the flame
smiling at the wanderer when they’re burned

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