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Mar 2016
I waste graphite
as my pencil scribbles
words I'll never read.
Why, for the sake of
my pencil's life,
shall I sacrifice him for
the approval of a stranger?

Words are just sounds
that enter and exit my ears.
The web of knowledge
is no longer sticky
for this nonsense
of disinterest.
be curious, not competitive
Sarahi
Written by
Sarahi  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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     Lior Gavra, --- and ---
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