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Jul 2014
Slow progression towards the surface
Of the sky, the sea, the birds, and the eye
Which sees nothing, but shows
Us a parade of colours in disarray.

Is that good enough for you?
Spinning with the crowd, and
Mindlessly mimicking their ubiquitous movements-
Righteously upholding "the peace
That you deserve," they say.

Two legs have always been baa-ad.
jane doe
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jane doe
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