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Jun 2019
whatever fell between your fingers
falls to nothing, just like you
remember before you were born?
had you any hope or truth?

any wisdom, sharp and useful
built for man, and to what end?
on and on the something, something
not a lover,
nor your friend.
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
(Another place)   
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   Anora Emporium
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