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Jul 2011
getting even, getting hostile,
actions and reactions, an instinct so docile.
we never care to think of another,
selfishly showing mankind has no brother.
we are the only, we are of one kind,
we don't explore for we'd rather not find
what else could be out there,
beyond us, beyond time?
Noel Irion
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Noel Irion  29/M
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