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May 2017
I peered inside
For just a few moments
To see if I could find any depth

I found wisdom was non-existent
No truth resides, it's inept
all that remains

A small tickle of comfort
In empty headedness
Renae
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Renae  F
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   ryn, Timothy and Keith Wilson
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