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Nov 2013
watching from afar the ruination of it all
born with a mind, yet cater to the aroma
of what to be, follow me, follow me
greed of the guilty, everyones fantasy
being born an original,yet we forget
we are only ourselfs not him or her
nourish your soul to be one with you
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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