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Feb 22
A person with powers like mine never dies.
Ambiguous and open to interpretation, colorful and vibrant.
People are insecure, and their identities are in flux.
My poise and attitude increases the fear.
Never obsessed with the obsessive quality of peoples interest.
The ultimate social evil is boredom, which I AM not
Influence of people sense of self in this manner is insidious and profound.
With the gift to turn the base matters of words into gold.
Similar to the gift of the Philosopher’s Stone.
Written by
Michael A Pettigrew  38/M
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