Challenge
Puzzle Poem
(: you piece it together or leave it to the reader :)
Of
I know not
the definition
of love
separate of
of of every
being beside
my sense
and
inadequate
feeling
self
groping
in the
pitch
of the universe
for we know not
what like a shovel
displacing our dirt
over head and
below
I do not know
the blood
we shed
in the
name
of
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