The lines worn rugged on this face
each with its story in my avatar
speak of me in a unique tongue
in this vision of lucidity
with nothing as it seems.
The dream I call
life without dress rehearsal
lies "It's better to have loved and lost,"
that everything happens for a reason
or nothing would happen at all,
but best is to not to have lost at all,
and the caravan moves along.
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