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«Πιότερο απ’ τους ανθρώπους τα τραγούδια τους αγάπησα»

[Ιωάννινα 2019]

Τα τραγούδια των ανθρώπων
είναι πιο όμορφα από τους ίδιους
πιο βαριά από ελπίδα
πιο λυπημένα
πιο διαρκή.

Πιότερο απ’ τους ανθρώπους
τα τραγούδια τους αγάπησα.

Χωρίς ανθρώπους μπόρεσα να ζήσω,
όμως ποτέ χωρίς τραγούδια
μου ‘τυχε ν’ απιστήσω κάποτε
στην πολυαγαπημένη μου,
όμως ποτέ μου στο τραγούδι
που τραγούδησα για αυτήν
ούτε ποτέ και τα τραγούδια
μ’ απατήσανε.

Όποια κι αν είναι η γλώσσα τους
πάντοτε τα τραγούδια τα κατάλαβα.

Σ’αυτόν τον κόσμο τίποτα
απ’ όσα μπόρεσα να πιω
και να γευτώ
απ’ όσες χώρες γνώρισα
απ’ όσα μπόρεσα να αγγίξω
και να νιώσω
τίποτα, τίποτα
δε μ’ έκανε έτσι ευτυχισμένον
όσο τα τραγούδια…

Απόδοση στα ελληνικά: Γιάννης Ρίτσος. Ναζίμ Χικμέτ.Ο Ναζίμ Χικμέτ (15 Ιανουαρίου 1902 – 3 Ιουνίου 1963) ήταν Τούρκος ποιητής και δραματουργός, κι από τις σημαντικότερες φωνές της τουρκικής λογοτεχνίας τον 20ο αιώνα. Εισήγαγε τον ελεύθερο στίχο κι ένα ευρύ φάσμα νέων θεμάτων στην ποίηση, επηρεάζοντας σημαντικά την τουρκική λογοτεχνία της δεκαετίας του ’30. Πέρασε πολλά χρόνια στη φυλακή για τις κομμουνιστικές του ιδέες και πέθανε εξόριστος στη Μόσχα. Θεωρείται ένα από τα ινδάλματα της τουρκικής Αριστεράς. Στα ελληνικά, ποιήματα του Ναζίμ Χικμέτ μετέφρασε ο Γιάννης Ρίτσος και ορισμένα από αυτά μελοποίησαν ο Μάνος Λοίζος και ο Θάνος Μικρούτσικος.

πηγή: https://www.doctv.gr/

Βαθμολογία:

home at last

home at last where the walls are rumbling,
where the skies are crumbling,
where sheets slicken with silken sheens
blotting sicknesses so defiled,
so revolting and reviled, where every
bed has been made by me
and made poorly; where
long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
wages docked for drinking and
sent home before the work was done; all this
is half-finished, all this
is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
for a world constructed before birth; the
fabric stained in the bolts; the
wood worm-eaten in the forest –
and still, still, this
is home at last.

home at last

home at last where the walls are rumbling,
where the skies are crumbling,
where sheets slicken with silken sheens
blotting sicknesses so defiled,
so revolting and reviled, where every
bed has been made by me
and made poorly; where
long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
wages docked for drinking and
sent home before the work was done; all this
is half-finished, all this
is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
for a world constructed before birth; the
fabric stained in the bolts; the
wood worm-eaten in the forest –
and still, still, this
is home at last.

home at last

home at last where the walls are rumbling,
where the skies are crumbling,
where sheets slicken with silken sheens
blotting sicknesses so defiled,
so revolting and reviled, where every
bed has been made by me
and made poorly; where
long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
wages docked for drinking and
sent home before the work was done; all this
is half-finished, all this
is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
for a world constructed before birth; the
fabric stained in the bolts; the
wood worm-eaten in the forest –
and still, still, this
is home at last.

home at last

home at last where the walls are rumbling,
where the skies are crumbling,
where sheets slicken with silken sheens
blotting sicknesses so defiled,
so revolting and reviled, where every
bed has been made by me
and made poorly; where
long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
wages docked for drinking and
sent home before the work was done; all this
is half-finished, all this
is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
for a world constructed before birth; the
fabric stained in the bolts; the
wood worm-eaten in the forest –
and still, still, this
is home at last.

home at last

home at last where the walls are rumbling,
where the skies are crumbling,
where sheets slicken with silken sheens
blotting sicknesses so defiled,
so revolting and reviled, where every
bed has been made by me
and made poorly; where
long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
wages docked for drinking and
sent home before the work was done; all this
is half-finished, all this
is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
for a world constructed before birth; the
fabric stained in the bolts; the
wood worm-eaten in the forest –
and still, still, this
is home at last.

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Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

Or not, maybe

Starting with Esther’s fun run.

Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

Today I use these words to make a roux
Something new and tasty for you to chew 
With no direction my brain silently cries
Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

What is this ?

WD
Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
German, 1960s

Staying in tune with limericks today
I try to make sense while I still play
Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
Time is slowly running out you see
The fear of this is nothing new to me

WORD DAILY PART DUX

WD X2

WD 
Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
Greek, mid-19th century

Another word that is new for me
You are Psychagogic this I can see
I serenade you with song and wine
Letting you know I think you are fine
Come here baby and sit on my knee

https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

Or not, maybe

Starting with Esther’s fun run.

Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

Today I use these words to make a roux
Something new and tasty for you to chew 
With no direction my brain silently cries
Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

What is this ?

WD
Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
German, 1960s

Staying in tune with limericks today
I try to make sense while I still play
Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
Time is slowly running out you see
The fear of this is nothing new to me

WORD DAILY PART DUX

WD X2

WD 
Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
Greek, mid-19th century

Another word that is new for me
You are Psychagogic this I can see
I serenade you with song and wine
Letting you know I think you are fine
Come here baby and sit on my knee

https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

Or not, maybe

Starting with Esther’s fun run.

Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

Today I use these words to make a roux
Something new and tasty for you to chew 
With no direction my brain silently cries
Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

What is this ?

WD
Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
German, 1960s

Staying in tune with limericks today
I try to make sense while I still play
Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
Time is slowly running out you see
The fear of this is nothing new to me

WORD DAILY PART DUX

WD X2

WD 
Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
Greek, mid-19th century

Another word that is new for me
You are Psychagogic this I can see
I serenade you with song and wine
Letting you know I think you are fine
Come here baby and sit on my knee

https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

Or not, maybe

Starting with Esther’s fun run.

Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

Today I use these words to make a roux
Something new and tasty for you to chew 
With no direction my brain silently cries
Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

What is this ?

WD
Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
German, 1960s

Staying in tune with limericks today
I try to make sense while I still play
Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
Time is slowly running out you see
The fear of this is nothing new to me

WORD DAILY PART DUX

WD X2

WD 
Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
Greek, mid-19th century

Another word that is new for me
You are Psychagogic this I can see
I serenade you with song and wine
Letting you know I think you are fine
Come here baby and sit on my knee

https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

Or not, maybe

Starting with Esther’s fun run.

Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

Today I use these words to make a roux
Something new and tasty for you to chew 
With no direction my brain silently cries
Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

What is this ?

WD
Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
German, 1960s

Staying in tune with limericks today
I try to make sense while I still play
Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
Time is slowly running out you see
The fear of this is nothing new to me

WORD DAILY PART DUX

WD X2

WD 
Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
Greek, mid-19th century

Another word that is new for me
You are Psychagogic this I can see
I serenade you with song and wine
Letting you know I think you are fine
Come here baby and sit on my knee

https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

Λυγμός ποτάμι ορμητικό πότισε μπουμπούκια χαράς | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Λυγμός ποτάμι
ορμητικό πότισε
μπουμπούκια χαράς

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Για περισσότερα :
– https://stixoi.info/
– https://www.scribd.com/
– https://www.facebook.com/
– https://www.youtube.com/
– https://www.smashwords.com/
– https://www.poemhunter.com/
– https://www.wattpad.com/
– https://www.goodreads.com/
– https://www.overdrive.com/
– https://books2read.com/
– https://fable.co/book/
– https://stmol.author-pages.com

Βαθμολογία:

Λυγμός ποτάμι ορμητικό πότισε μπουμπούκια χαράς | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Λυγμός ποτάμι
ορμητικό πότισε
μπουμπούκια χαράς

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Για περισσότερα :
– https://stixoi.info/
– https://www.scribd.com/
– https://www.facebook.com/
– https://www.youtube.com/
– https://www.smashwords.com/
– https://www.poemhunter.com/
– https://www.wattpad.com/
– https://www.goodreads.com/
– https://www.overdrive.com/
– https://books2read.com/
– https://fable.co/book/
– https://stmol.author-pages.com

Βαθμολογία:

Λυγμός ποτάμι ορμητικό πότισε μπουμπούκια χαράς | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Λυγμός ποτάμι
ορμητικό πότισε
μπουμπούκια χαράς

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Για περισσότερα :
– https://stixoi.info/
– https://www.scribd.com/
– https://www.facebook.com/
– https://www.youtube.com/
– https://www.smashwords.com/
– https://www.poemhunter.com/
– https://www.wattpad.com/
– https://www.goodreads.com/
– https://www.overdrive.com/
– https://books2read.com/
– https://fable.co/book/
– https://stmol.author-pages.com

Βαθμολογία:

Λυγμός ποτάμι ορμητικό πότισε μπουμπούκια χαράς | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Λυγμός ποτάμι
ορμητικό πότισε
μπουμπούκια χαράς

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Για περισσότερα :
– https://stixoi.info/
– https://www.scribd.com/
– https://www.facebook.com/
– https://www.youtube.com/
– https://www.smashwords.com/
– https://www.poemhunter.com/
– https://www.wattpad.com/
– https://www.goodreads.com/
– https://www.overdrive.com/
– https://books2read.com/
– https://fable.co/book/
– https://stmol.author-pages.com

Βαθμολογία:

Λυγμός ποτάμι ορμητικό πότισε μπουμπούκια χαράς | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Λυγμός ποτάμι
ορμητικό πότισε
μπουμπούκια χαράς

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

Για περισσότερα :
– https://stixoi.info/
– https://www.scribd.com/
– https://www.facebook.com/
– https://www.youtube.com/
– https://www.smashwords.com/
– https://www.poemhunter.com/
– https://www.wattpad.com/
– https://www.goodreads.com/
– https://www.overdrive.com/
– https://books2read.com/
– https://fable.co/book/
– https://stmol.author-pages.com

Βαθμολογία:

Today, a poem. Good Timber, by Douglas Malloch.

#goodtimber #DouglasMalloch #poems #adversity

precipitate

from the roil,
from the boil,
the slush of forgetfulness
frothing; the casting
vapor wafting off;
a hard and shining dust
in the bottom of the pan –
for now, not now, too hot to touch,
but when it cools –
when it cools –
we’ll learn what exactly
was drifting around in there.

#poem #poems #poet #poetry #amwritingpoetry inventingrealityediting.com/2...

5 Great Quotations about Poetr...

Poem: Stay Away Stay Away

Stay away stay away 
Stay away, darkness around him 
Darkness around you all, stay away 
There's nothing fruitful in it 
There's nothing wholesome in it 
There's nothing shaking in it, 
Waiting to come out 
It's all a “white tomb” inside 
And broods “of vipers”
It's all dust and death so 

Stay away stay away

The Veil

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

#SJAshcroftsPoems #poems #poetry #PoetryCommunity #MyWordsMyWork

The Veil

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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The Veil

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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The Veil

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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The Veil

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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kathy acker: get rid of meaning

https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.

https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/

Momentum: A Poem About Fatherhood, Survival, and the Weight of Becoming

Trigger warning: Suicide, self-multilation, and depression.

I wish it hadn’t been you
my beautiful sons
to wake me up.

It should have been
the self-carved strip
dangling red off my wrist,
or the catfish water hiding the siren
below the High Bridge, crafting that suicidal lullaby so perfectly
I could picture the river bottom
and it was Camelot, Shangri-La, a muddy paradise of
non-living so blissful
I would rather be basking in the weeds and rocks,
then be breathing next to you.

Instead, seeing you born
made me realize part of me was dead
and you needed me to be alive.

When they pulled you out of that
membrane gate, that surreal boundary
weaved through everything, but seemingly hidden
until birth or death
I realized I wasn’t truly living.
As you screamed, looking for me underneath
the surgeons fluorescent halo,
dripping of life, I didn’t want
to be seen, because you deserve love
that wasn’t broken.

You weren’t meant to be the gravity,
the foundation, the catalyst to make me
heal, change, and grow.

That wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.

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The Center of Fire by A.L. Nightshade is now on Amazon

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/08/03/the-center-of-fire-by-a-l-nightshade-is-now-on-amazon/

Stumbling Block

It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.

The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.

You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;

two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,

the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,

a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,

lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.

It is time then.

I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.

Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.

July 29, 2022

The Tail of the Comet: A Poem About Emotions, Trauma, and the Weight We Carry

I’m pulled, tugged, ripped,
chained to feeling,
in its rawest form,
a perpetual gravity of emotion.
Instinct, sadness, happiness,
the perfect storm, never-ending.
I wish it would be silent,
an old, ivy-heavy graveyard at midnight.

My therapist gave it many titles,
depression, anxiety, trauma, PTSD.
Rage and love toward everyone and everything,
from empty streetlights to my beautiful sons.
It was failed lovers, friends,
family, jobs, and dreams.
The core of my being was
a black hole that refused to stand still.

I had always known something
was living inside of me.
So when emotions did come ringing,
haunted bells on some walking watchtower,
with phantoms following in marmalade glows.
The whole of this demon land
would empty,
overwhelming me.

She asks me to describe
how it feels knowing I’m like this.
I tell her I’m the pike
forever pulled by the hook,
or the dark matter tether of the endlessly hurtling meteor.
And that I feel,
and that I know,
the stillness of the night

will always be a fiction.

Builder

For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.

By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.

And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.

March 11, 2005

(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

“Where are our roots? How do we make ourselves at home? How does the stranger come to feel at home? Maybe we need to remind ourselves of what a family is, what it could be, and what it stands for, to begin to make sense of the wider world.”

Read the editors’ introduction to NAMING THE SNAKES: New Writing Scotland 44:

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/newwriting/nws-44-introduction/

#Scottish #literature #NewWriting #shortstories #shortfiction #poetry #poems #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #Scots #Scotslanguage #writingcommunity

NAMING THE SNAKES
New Writing Scotland 44
Ed. by Chris Powici, Allan Radcliffe & Anna C. Frater

The best new short fiction & poetry from forty-three writers who are Scottish by birth, residence, or inclination, writing in English, Gaelic, & Scots. Available for preorder now from all good bookshops! (And the evil one too.)

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/newwriting/nws44/

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My Final Hurrah!

Just published on Amazon my 20th book (I hope this will be my last book) “Summa Iru: My Formal Renunciation and Farewell to the World“. (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H87DDNRM)

Just a few hours back I published on Amazon another book “Advaita Vedanta through Name-and-Form Analysis”, which was written largely with the help of Claude. (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H84F82HS)

About the Book: “Summa Iru: My Formal Renunciation and Farewell to the World“

“It is time I ended the ignorance in myself.”

With these words, a writer, poet, and lifelong student of Advaita Vedanta announces his formal withdrawal from the world — effective July 16, 2026, his 62nd birthday. Not a retreat from failure, nor a flight from grief, but the logical terminus of a life spent reading, thinking, debating, and writing about one thing: the ending of ignorance, which is the ending of the seeker himself.

Summa Iru is the author’s twentieth and, by its own declaration, final book — a parting document composed in the months before silence. It gathers the last poems (“Without Her By My Side,” “The Me Time,” “I The Stranger,” “The Last Act”), the last aphorisms (“Even God disappears when you are silent”), and the last philosophical exchanges of a man tying up loose ends before going incommunicado.

Between the poems runs a sustained meditation in the tradition of Ramana Maharshi and the Ashtavakra Gita: Why does psychoanalysis fail where self-enquiry succeeds? Why is renouncing desires mere symptom-treatment while the disease of ignorance festers? What did Ramana mean when he said the future is already fixed — and that the best course is to remain silent? How does summa iru — “just be still” — dissolve the questioner along with the question?

The book also records something rarer: the texture of leave-taking itself. Letters declined. Friendships gently closed. A reply to a friend asking for a small favour: “Sorry dear, I have retired from all work and all relationships.” The ache of unrequited love examined without flinching and traced back to its root — the unworthiness we feel sitting alone with ourselves, forever seeking the other who will transport us away from our own insignificance.

Drawing on Ramana Maharshi, Nisargadatta Maharaj, the Ashtavakra Gita, J. Krishnamurti, Buber, Kant, Camus, and the ghazal tradition, this is comparative philosophy written not from the armchair but from the departure gate.

For readers of Advaita Vedanta, spiritual memoir, and contemplative poetry — and for anyone who has wondered what it would actually take to stop.

The author will not be available for comment. That is rather the point.

No wind stirs
no storm blows

The leaves are silent
nothing swirls around

No rain cools
the scorching asphalt

Tears evaporate
we all tense up

The path is so hard
barely any resistance

The heat overwhelms us
forcing us into despair

Why is the path so hard?
No answer, never

Irini ❤️
Thank you for reading, my dears

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Getting It Wrong

Sometimes I do but it’s alright.

Your three words today are:
OPINION
OATH
OUTLINE ✅

Three Things Challenge

I hope you had a great weekend. Here is a fresh limerick challenge for you. Your word is JELLY ✅

https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/06/08/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-286/

Kinda Silly

Take an oath and and stick to it like jelly
Sometimes the outline looks kinda silly
Opinions will change as the story unfolds
Your confidence eventually starts to grow 
And you enjoy a deep laugh from your belly

https://youtu.be/D634us2eQxM?si=ZaZvFymfNRZxeGds

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I wish I should be dead as I awake,
For my or your sake.
Just have me supper fed,
And that I arise dead.
In my chest a stake or blade
I should surely fade.
Tears mean nothing much
Yet they come as though to rush.

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