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Apr 2013
They flow like a flooded stream,
like melting snow on a warm winter day.

Too easily, because
they pierce unseeing targets,
victims of a slip
of a thoughtless thought.

To the distracted mind,
they can be rendered obsolete,
but when that is all one
see's,
   hears,
      feels,
the damage can be unsurmountable.
Alex L
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