Exhausted, fake,
Inventing so-called facts,
So useless to my story,
Feelings,
Dear, changing
Is what I really care about?
So dear that I dare to read,
Mystory,
Though some day
It may
Be a fragment in history
But I, now at least, try
To dig a hole to bury
My little dear story
And her fleeting, forgotten story
In the fallible and fatherly history.
Inventing so-called facts,
So useless to my story,
Feelings,
Dear, changing
Is what I really care about?
So dear that I dare to read,
Mystory,
Though some day
It may
Be a fragment in history
But I, now at least, try
To dig a hole to bury
My little dear story
And her fleeting, forgotten story
In the fallible and fatherly history.
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