no messages are sent without a purpose
mine is to say something, anything, showing my presence
exihibiting my apple, offering my apple flower
demonstrating the premiss that I'm still myself
in pain, in anger, in hope, in peace, in war
but rejoycing, expiring, like a poet in the fall, no, I'm not
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