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Mar 2016
the irrelevancy of this day
blots the Sun
with the suffocating light of indifference

the urge to scream is often there
just below that inane giggle
that maniacal grin

that ever recurring crystalline voice
whispering from the lips of a fading thought
'we are all undeniably
irrevocably
lost'
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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