hurt people hurt people
We read according to who we are. This very short poem is an exercise in that belief. Two words repeated without punctuation. No help. No guidance from the poet. The reader is left to fend for herself, to feel for himself. I am here simply here to prompt you, to coax you, to stir that which is already in your hearts. I do not seek to take you on a journey with these words… but to show you where life has already brought you. Two words, repeated. Four syllables. Twenty letters. One language. The rest is left to you.
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