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We are our wounds?
We are the world?
F. T. S.
That's the quote, not the poem, btw.
Here is where the poem starts.
By. The. Fucking. Way.
I am not a wound. I am a person who has inflicted, endured, forgotten
wounds to myself who has
ingested the wounds of other animals. I've wounded
as few as possible, but one never knows.
one never knows what other creatures suffer.
Some say lesser animals. I'm not judging.
A wound is just the simple suffering of progress. If you continue
on this trail you will encounter the thorn. If
you continue on this trail you will encounter
nothing.
Fate is fickle. God is said to have chosen the hearty
for more difficulty.
Perhaps the meek truly shall
inherit the earth.
The thornless,
empty earth.
We are our wounds?
We are the world?
F. T. S.
That's the quote, not the poem, btw.
Here is where the poem starts.
By. The. Fucking. Way.
I am not a wound. I am a person who has inflicted, endured, forgotten
wounds to myself who has
ingested the wounds of other animals. I've wounded
as few as possible, but one never knows.
one never knows what other creatures suffer.
Some say lesser animals. I'm not judging.
A wound is just the simple suffering of progress. If you continue
on this trail you will encounter the thorn. If
you continue on this trail you will encounter
nothing.
Fate is fickle. God is said to have chosen the hearty
for more difficulty.
Perhaps the meek truly shall
inherit the earth.
The thornless,
empty earth.
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