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Jan 2013
Those that need to matter,
to be absorbed, they cease to.

Everything that used to matter
now a competition.

Things that need to be well done
with high marks and approving glances
move down to the bottom of the list.

Things that don't matter,
like you,
as suddenly first.

All a competition.
To who will have the final say,
to who will have the final tear.
Idk.....just playing with different ideas.
Alice Kay
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