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Aug 2018
Maybe
someone created us
and then
-Β having realized that we were imperfect -
abandoned, left.

Maybe we are nothing, but
a failed plan of a perfect world,
a faulty universe,
which nobody cares
about.
Peter B
Written by
Peter B  35/M/London
(35/M/London)   
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