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Apr 2014
The reason is
The reason lives
Thinking is just diluting
The last true thought.

I am contemptuous
My belittling glance tells you this
And you still step up
A cutthroat diamond in the rough.

This is how the humans
All come through
Diner dashes and music school
Stageway prancers where dreamers rule.

Wasted hours
Clocking the highest sponsors
And if there's a glimmer of light
They all rush to the window.

Life the red tide
Time is time going by
Eat your unspoiled veggies now
Your own dreams ready to die.
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Anonymous  Local Biosphere #101
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