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the futile maybe.
By Chanpory Rith
here, here, is the futile maybe,
i'm singing tragic magic melodies
enjoying this intimate disharmony.
and basking in contradictions that delay me.
there, there, in the perfect possible.
im united. liberated. invited.
and somewhere, somewhere it's there, approachable.
waiting for me to be delighted.
yet.
simple, simple daily denials plague me
as easy, easy games are played by foul rules.
i'm here listening to fools
and believing stupidly in the futile maybe.
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