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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Cruel and beautiful

I cried again today,
and I did not die.
I even know why
it is I cried today.
Because the truth
so cruel and beautiful,
bled upon my sorrow,
so to stir and flush
long welled up tears
into the endless river
and forever out to sea.

(2013)

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