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The "I Don't Knows"

What about the "I Don't Knows"?

while the others are marching on

left alone

left behind

left in the under toes

where do the grays stand upon?

while black and white stand above

answers trickle away from their fingers

questioning life

questioning us questioning love

why are the confused the only that linger?

while shuddering breath

crushes certainty

crushes ignorance

crushes death

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