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to what degree loveless *** makes

The boudoir seem to be a ******* room

Reveals the essence of the Man

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( but of course --- some men --- and women !  --

Prefer the sterility of " mere function "

And the sense of safety thus provided )

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Will we become robots before robots become man !

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We die real easy unless we don't

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The prison walls are mere illusion

You can only hide for a little while

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I read the poem from a mother trying to save her children

()

Real feelings !!!

( coming from oh so very far away )

The boudoir walls are thick with lust

Nothing can penetrate

Till all walls just fade away

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Our comments

GREAT READ , MOM !

KEEP FIGHTING !

sound as hollow as our hearts

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in the ******* the untouched bodies weep

Hey YOU !

GET YOUR *** OVER HERE !

fills the empty spaces where no one is

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The homeless children stagger on

The childless mother moans

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The world around us changing shapes