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May 2015
****** happens
Has there been one culture
Rendered in isolation
That did not rid another being of its sensation
Everywhere you see
It's almost sadistic
Making death depressing
Then turning it into a statistic
Truth becomes cryptic
I miss it
So now songs,
My brain in silence sings,
About believing I had wings
Take over
Do I need them?
Yes
Is this freedom?
Joseph D
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Joseph D  NY
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   Andrew Tinkham
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