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Jun 2013
In an afterthought,
it seems
that the prettiest words
now have such an empty meaning;
vacant as the eyes of those affected.
And in the post-humorous glow
of an understanding struck in fluorescent lighting,
you realize
ugliness
might transcend
the flame.
Maybe we should respect
the ugliness
as much as the emptiness,
but maybe the thought
is too far gone
already.
Nemo
Written by
Nemo  Texas
(Texas)   
502
   Timothy and st64
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