7.
Camus can you
Pass me something new
To use to prove
That love is moot
That life is real
And absolute
And I what I feel
You can't refute
I didn't think so
So I'll leave
This cemetery
House of leaves
Until I know
Within my bones
What I believe
The precedence of existence Is the exodus of
Emptiness
In essence It is necessary
To live without
Repentance
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Excellent pen. Beautiful flow. Indeed, free the mind and you are; and Camus is not you! Write on pregnant poetic mind.
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