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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Why do things happen? Why do I think? Why can I feel? Why do I get hurt? Why are the people who surround me the way they are? Why do I bleed? How do these powerful phenomena exist? Why is there so much beyond our comprehension? Why do I find weakness in my vulnerability? Why do I forget faces? Why do we yearn? All these questions and no answer. The poem is not a question. And neither is it an answer. It is to process these questions without asking them in so many words.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Why do things happen? Why do I think? Why can I feel? Why do I get hurt? Why are the people who surround me the way they are? Why do I bleed? How do these powerful phenomena exist? Why is there so much beyond our comprehension? Why do I find weakness in my vulnerability? Why do I forget faces? Why do we yearn? All these questions and no answer. The poem is not a question. And neither is it an answer. It is to process these questions without asking them in so many words.