No onone kno-ows-ws how the ti mi times fold into themselves
N-No one know wh-here or why.
No one know no one-ne who knows of yourselves
No one knows to t-t-to (tear) cry.
No one knows-nose nothing— nothing—
No (1) one knows nothing— no—
No one kn-knows when-en they/you will die.
Author notes
Every bloody line had to start with 'no one knows', so to insert my frustration at the unflexibility of it I changed it around a bit. I think it was originally a typo.
Written for Creative writing Poetry portfolio.
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Fantastic
Hey, this sounds like one of those napkins being folded time and time again, there is somehhing small about this that dissolves into nothing. I suppose that is.., when you die. Lovely words, very underestimated, but very interlectual. I bet no-one will ever realise the inner meaning to this piece.
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