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Jan 2019
The sullen faces
The tired eyes
Confused expressions
Wondering why

Are we better now than we were before?
Will time advance us or say no more?

Subliminal rhythms
Throb on thin air
Gentle music to the ears

Glue in hand
Eyes paralyzed
Will this be our grand demise?

Worlds alone
Are we any different
Than we were before?
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