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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

Roberto Bolano

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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Assume Lose Sea Water
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Ability Goal Lost Potential Tiger
If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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Arrogance Disrespect Ego Yourself
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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Climate Commitment Himself Poet Suicide
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point Truth
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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Approach Edge Friendship Love Nerve
Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

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