This could be a story
of triumph and failure,
love and loss, or
rags to riches.
It could be a lesson
about survival, although
I know that I will not
survive this life.
This could be a story
about adventures,
what I became,
or that I was happy.
But like most poems,
it is simply left brain and right
arguing ad nauseam until I vomit
this nonsense onto the page.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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Desert Dweller 
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