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May 2020
twenty hours ago
I was a different man

a person who could not
or would not
Know.

It is said that
science is the man

And happy
is he who
Cares not,
Feels not,
Or prays not

for he
will
forever
be

headless,
footless,
and
friendless

dead to the world
You might say

Tell his remains:

we now know
loneliness
can be cured
jiminy-littly
Written by
jiminy-littly  M/NYC
(M/NYC)   
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   MS Anjaan and L B
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