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Nov 2013
There was no grand epiphany,
no resounding overture
when the mystery was undone.

When I finally discovered for myself
the meaning of it all
there was only silence.

And I watched those around me rust,
languishing to be a spectacle
of something so tiresome and garish
as human.
Elliot
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Elliot  New York City, New York
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