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Nov 2012
too often, the eye seeming to believe
every color; the ear each resonance.
when life fulfills the physical
promoted by propaganda, how one
acknowledges imaginationΒ Β is a
heart: no pulse, lost within life. Death is that:
when only knowledge reigns supreme to soul
and mind: can hear, can see; but never whole
the disappeared
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