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Mar 2014
These lonely nights only lead to deep pondering
why was the earth left with no explanation
and peoples intention to keep wandering
independence and creativity
are both a virtue and a vice
but ultimately
our fate seems dependent on a set of dice
does anyone truly understand love or
are they just as naΓ―ve using it as a cover
the truth about money
and *** and power
is everyone works day after day
just to always desire more
how silly we must look from above
running around
like we think we can control our fate
we really are wasting our time
we are only in an observing state
Claire Rosa Shankland
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Claire Rosa Shankland  East Lansing
(East Lansing)   
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