having read a young poet's scream
I admit defeat (almost);
each human being has his or her
own battles,
so a granny's life is not
young fugitive's
and a forty year old paraplegic
has another perspective -
we are all alive
trying to cope
with violence disease mayhem
it strikes me
the true novels are the ones
where the heroine dies at the end
because we all do.
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