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Mar 2010
Our minds are wrapped,
in a totally invisible box.
Some minds are warped,
potentials untapped.

while some hides it in boxes,
some made out of wood,
some made out of glasses,
while some floats on clouds. . .

our thoughts; surrounded by land-mines.
we are taking one step at a time,
one wrong turn,
and it will blow humanity sky high.
Vn13
©2010
Vn Carlos
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