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Mar 2010
I, in isolation find my own humanity.
Surrounded, you have given into vanity.
I, in mirth smile with soft silence.
Hounded, you’ve adopted gratuitous violence.
I, in perfect mimicry pontificate Love.
Grounded, you’re blooming flowers of a deep red undreamed of.
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