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Dec 2020
Some part of you changes with every movement
every action, inaction, each word spoken, unspoken.
You reach out and grasp some understanding
and realise that in fact you know nothing.
You eat your bread while the Earth moans,
moans under the weight of indifference.
Written by
nivek
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