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Mar 2019
And here
we all stand
on the fragile surface
of mundane ideals;
a billion tiles
of hopes and dreams,
glued together by blind belief.
A safety net cradling you
from what is below;
the dark
empty
numbing pit
of a meaningless existence
inreticence
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