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Aug 2019
We are all one.
That's what they said.

Shattered glass and us are all one and the same now.

Nobody cares now.

Just collect your final check and go right home.

Count your blessings.
Keep what you have left close.

It's the most anyone could do.

(It's out of our hands.)
Written by
TheRiverStyx  M/New Jersey, USA
(M/New Jersey, USA)   
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