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Feb 2014
These hands are cracked
from over work and lack of care.
Once fine oiled machines,
their gears propel lightly through rust and grime.

A mind of exhausted emotions,
broken down dreams, and dismembered hope.
Retained only through studied behavior
and societal judgment.

Living is merely a system of zeros and ones.
'Units' flow in-time of funding,
a routine tolerance permits.
Exhausting the grace
and sizable knowledge of life's good people.
Gary Joshua Weyandt
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Gary Joshua Weyandt  27/M
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