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Oct 2015
Insight bloats the rotund sun,
Energizing everyone.
In the effort to be different,
We are similar.
Shackled to this broken system,
Still it's prisoner.

It fades as it forms ,
As we're freed,
from our own hands that hold.

It fades as it forms,
As we're freed,
From the storm and reborn

As crooked as its crooked center,
As a symbol of surrender.
Tears that fill a forlorn corner,
I lost so much as I got older

Where i was and,
What I wanted.
How bad it burned, and
How I forgot it.
Ian Stern
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Ian Stern  MN
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