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Jan 2012
Hiding from nature in a windowless room,
uniformed desks filled with society’s best.
No word is passed as they gaze at their toys
children lost in a world of selfishness.
A sea of people all different but the same.
One breaks the silence, attempts to connect.
Piercing glances from lives now interrupted.
Written by
Michael Swift
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