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Jan 2014
You meet need
         not greed,
You meet
shameless want,
You see eyes
that haunt,
Stand clear of
the purpose driven,
You barely notice
the ones given up on livin'
Then there are the innocent,
                                to feed.
There may be others but I stopped at six
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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