2 I

2I

Fulfillment is inexperience with no feeling of sorrow
Apologies are never sincere without the joy of purity
Joy is the most rare in the absence of practical peace


1 Unwise Wealth (Whites)
  Fake Offices (Immortalization)
3 Wrongful Falseness (Tragedy)


intuition . instinct
people . faith
fear . love


name tags
baby strollers
dog leashes
license plates


one is zero


youth

beauty.

humanity...


ps.


my meek and forgotten
beasts of the weekends
inherit earth with forgetting
we are children deaths



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