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Mar 2016
I came across a thousand youths
who climbed with pride
with their wisdom tooth.
Who knew no more
or less through hindsight
Footsoles sore
searching and trite.
Renouncing joy,
forgetting, neglecting
The simplicity, they overlook
at all the truth
in children's books.
"The more you get enlightened, the more you get confused."

[2/23/16]
kizzia
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kizzia  philippines
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