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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • May 12, 2021
  • 1 min read

Stories change

as they are told,

we seek objectivity


but objectivity

falls only into the mind and eye

of the perceiver;


your purple is my blue,

your love is my hate,

your smile is my frown-


the stories we love

are the stories they claim

are never told


in the old books

or the dusty libraries-


they are the stories that

we tell ourselves

to understand why

our world has shattered.


 
 
 

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