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The lost life journey | Poem #4

Hot is not the weather.
Pot does not hold the water.
We create things and confuse ourselves without the others.

The lost had me when I was younger.
No plan, no assistance, locked me up in a shelter [non-boundary room, own mind].
That’s why I now call it was my failure.

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