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Jul 2017
A Universal Mirage

Here alone I sit
Wondering what it's all about
Taking every little bit
Trying to sort it out

The world once was born
Under some ingenuous being
None of us are slightly torn
We do without seeing

When grabbing some time
We have tried to break the seal
Without one sensible rhyme
it wraps us in its chill

We hold life by strings
That knot together without cause
it constantly pulls with wings
Doing so without pause
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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