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Nov 2015
Although we live
in a world of
eight billion humans

we know very few people

every face we see

is another clay mask of conformity

only when we meet on the last day, the sunset

will we see the true face of humanity
Jay Ash
Written by
Jay Ash  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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