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Nov 2019
it is so sad to know
of the dreams that wont
come true.
it is so to know that
delicate things have disappeared
in the world
for want of a little love.
and of the feeble voices
that have been smothered
were in need of a little strength.
The meek shall inherit
the earth
in a universe where
the constants spare
moments to celebrate
the faint and the unheard.
Written by
taurus
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