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Jun 2017
Earth below my feet and sky over my head:
I can tread this entire earth,
and visit every destination,
yet end up nowhere.

Give me all the world's riches,
gold, silver, platinum;
print me papers of power.
Still my greed will never be satisfied.

Give me an ideal form;
The body of a god
hollow without divinity.
I'll find each imperfection.

Give me control;
bend everything to my will.
My life in my hands,
and I'll still be too weak to hold it.

Even with the earth below my feet,
I'll always refuse to walk.
Truly, theres nothing more pathetic
than a blessed beggar.
Zach Hanlon
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