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Apr 2012
We are slaves to freedom

Captives who watch

The passing parade

Of life with wistful impotence

Clothed in the arrogance of ignorance

Shivering enviously in the shadow

Of other peoples flesh

Repenting other kinds of lives

Disguised and self conscious

Amidst the squalor of the living

And oh how we give thanks

For our Slavery
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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