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 Apr 2014
VWilliams
Observation on a bleak day
let’s you consider troubles,
unknowingly they double.
As observation is a task.
And to see, remove the mask
by searching through the rubble
of memory, a bubble
that’s been burst, washed away.
But still it haunts its watery grave.
Observation makes me wonder
that a broken woman
and man, who can’t be saved
are far worse than thunder
of thought. It’s an omen.
 Apr 2014
VWilliams
Reproach.
Irrational thought
         corrupts the Ego.    
                       So my ally is
mystery.

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