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Blue Marble

Everything against

No room to breathe

Options discipated

From another's disease

Cloaked as ideas

Control an illusion

We've all known

But sickness us

Keeps to play

Know not one

Another's way

Look we've become

Sow seeds so numb

Layered in culture

Survivalists cult

Of days passed

Oneself to all

Those whom lay

Know not of soul

Til daze Til cold

Then cry we may

Bucolic praise

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Published: Mar 14, 2015
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