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Jun 2013
isolation,
seems as desolation,
the best in la vie,
you just can’t see,
world indeed seems bleak,
alone on the peak,
what is the point,
of being good,
when you are the only one,
the virus without food,
the urge to run.
Christopher Ranieri
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Christopher Ranieri  NC
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