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Apr 2019
maybe we're the lucky ones
who were exactly right for life
maybe we're the special ones
with our sight not seeing strife.

maybe we're the insignificant ones
with hopeless wonders in our eyes
maybe we're the lonely ones
with the light slowly passing by.

ever so rare and ever so golden
ever so evil and ever so corrupt
every day, humanity will stay
and responsibly, we shall pay.
The Secret Poet
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