A wrecked ship hangin near an abandoned dock, waiting for someone.

A knowledge so deep

is ignorant of its bi-polarity


Love might be a cocktail of chemicals

then why don’t chemists write?


A knowledge so old

its new to a fresh born


Love is a chieche

then why do people make that mistake again?


Murder is knowledge

of life’s existance

Violence brings the foreplay

Death begins life.


But if knowledge is all

then why do I need to know?

isnt it too reduntant to know the obvious.


The ship once so wrecked

so ignored in knowledge

died; creashing it’s bark to the waves.









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