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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

George Freek

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A Lack Of Confidence

The night unfolds like a fan.
The sky wears a halo of stars,
but its meaning is obscure.
Things I'll never know,
I must doubt. The stars
exist in a different sphere.
They're light years away,
even if they look near.
I hear a night bird cry.
I look at the moon.
I look at the sky.
I'd write a poem,
but I'd think it was a lie.