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Mar 2012
We all find our own worlds

pushed or searched

polished or smirched

a kick to fortunes and life

by those who were cruel

and to all those who were more cruel

thereafter

is felt now and forever

these cobblestones of side alleys

sing my song in desolate valleys

my helpless wails ricochet

from urban ears

they go about their business

as I live on!
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penatease
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