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Weltschmerz
The train arrives late.
It is full of animals.
A late moonday. Not much Sun.
We stand as actors.
There are big voices above us.
Faces fall at our feet.
Many skies crash together.
It is a terrible affliction
to be scared of something you love.
poem
by
Leslie Philibert
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