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Aug 2012
Such an abundance
of absence.

Absent minds
they wander aimlessly,
thinking,
never knowing.

Absent eyes
they linger, dead,
looking,
never seeing.

Where are the humans?
They seem
to be
absent.
Winona Forever
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Winona Forever
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