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Jun 2017
Beware, to be weary
is to be unaware
Blank stare, eyes see clearly
but no thought is there
Shelled form,
I'm torn, these absent of mind
were one day born.
Forlorn, but is it they or me
who feel its thorn?
Written by
AmbientThought  25/M/NE Pennsylvania
(25/M/NE Pennsylvania)   
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