the following is ollo, which isn’t a word but are letters needing to break out, that are full themselves, that are a blank face looking at you wondering if you are doing the same, that are a mirrored thought that you carry with you daily in slurps of coffee and occasional doodles that tells you to do something different, to wash the dirt off, to get dirtier yet, to stand up, right now, tired and lazy and hopeful, and move to the the that is is.
or maybe i am just a little ollo.
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i like to think
i was good to you
but i suppose
i forget
the every day
forgetting
that lead you
to be good
thoughtlessly
into
i was
i was
i was
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did you create beauty
today
for you are it
did you make it better yet still
for you are more than it
still not still in
yesterday
did you reach tomorrow
for the first time in humanity’s history
and sit silent
like an astronaut in space
reaching out for the earth
with its people who have
stars in their eyes
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how many
forgotten many
have survived in the long
time it took to make them
how long
is a seconds doubt
how does one
read more than
what is written
write more than
what is read
how do you wait there
full with knowing
that you will go on
even if you won’t
where one day
people will discuss
how you wore orange
on a day so blue
and how then
they knew what it meant
to be
them
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all after
it is not love
it is fear of how
easy it is to kill a man
if you teach them
to hate themselves
and how easy it is
then
to die instead
with the manly
idea that
it wasn’t love
after all
Mizpellt wurdz 
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