Memory, Who, Kindness

Relax, that's the basic unit of compassion.

For who is not the question one asks of many.

North is no direction for the magnet is a relative.

Stick together and gain a place in (t)history.

The collection of what happened is contained in a moment
when you recognize something you tried to forget.

How it happened depends on how you feel
when you go back to collect your things.

Which is the right to process and privileges.

Don't say what the emphasis goes to;
you is a funny word coming from eyes,
there are not enough dots to get the impression.

Do you fear becoming a desperate painter too?

I wonder how the end of the world started,
was it at the beginning?

Too dark is what the eponymous opposite said
to its prism: please don't cut me apart.

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