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Feb 2012
Some pace this planet,
feeling so empty,
a heavy hollow.

An unknown creation
for things we do not know.
Unspoken by words
however absurd,
rambling continuous thoughts
resists a black hole's circular reason.

For things we do not know.

This world where our feet rest,
a faithful foundation exists.

How careless have we been acting?
Christopher Blanck
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