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Poem for My Gravestone

Empathy must be earned not learned

That is the beauty of the conscious mind.

The rest is just wading thru shit…


But when crawling thru the plumbing,

Find poetry in the stains,

And when you recite it, make it pretty.

Or fuck it, just say this:

“I must get thru this.”

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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