Love is to hurt,
For hate is numb
– n.v.
contemplating crickets
sleepwalking in suburbia
contemplating crickets
the perfect pitches
of finches in finicky
reaches of the rural
- n.v.
Love is to hurt,
For hate is numb
– n.v.
sleepwalking in suburbia
contemplating crickets
the perfect pitches
of finches in finicky
reaches of the rural
- n.v.
the exhaustive existential epiphany 
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