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Apr 2010
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
Written by
Annie White
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