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Nov 2019
I could not be every thing,
So I chose none at all.
I sat outside looking in and cold,
But did not feel sadness’ thrall.
None believed I did not cry,
Bereft of what these choices bring.
Me the locks of life would never hold,
Me the slaveries of life could not call.
CIIR
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CIIR
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   --- and Pax
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