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Saturday, September 4, 2010

new poems

i hate things so much
i am going to list the hateful things i hate
even though i don't want to
i don't want to know they exist
i don't want to register color
i don't want to be able to count
i don't want to achieve lines or rebirth
i don't want to know or to feel
different things touching me
i want only to know unknow
i want only to feel unfeel
i want only to think unthink
i want only to be nothing.
Posted by Jillian Diana Koopman at 8:52 PM

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