badly bad

The following is bad poetry only because I feel worse, not bad enough to stop.

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and what will you tell them

when after all of this

there were moments

i left you speechless

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little is like

the loss of the living

except for maybe

the living loss

of the little likes

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we are what the sun

could not burn

but what it could not use either

we instead use it

radiate ourselves outward

making it bow each night

to the few of us

who are still standing

though who know

that at least tonight

we sleep

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the only rule there is

is to know there are no rules there

where the few have gone

to find only