#27 delightful misanthrope.

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I never understand,

is why we try to fathom such things,

as we would passion,

and lust,

or oblivion,

and the vast expansive universe of ours,

how we hate,

and love,

for

I see we are alone together

in thought.

I see

only contradictions

everywhere.

I cannot turn any longer,

because treason

lies

under

every

corner.

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