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Nov 2010
Wisdom across dried skin, none are remorseful.
Their cries and mine have fallen on deaf ears.

Empires are built by slaves,
And words only endure through flesh.

It seems even knowledge preys upon the weak,
And the suffered are long forgotten.
© Nicholas Laurent 11/29/10
Nicholas Laurent
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Nicholas Laurent
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