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Jul 2014
There was nothing.
Then came light.
It illuminated, but,
It also discriminated.
All that was dark was doomed.

There was nothing.
Then came life.
It prospered, but,
It also destroyed.
All that was unique was lost.

If you have never wished
that we were a little different,
Think of yourself as a waste,
In the name of all that's Human.
For by thinking, you become.
Clare
Written by
Clare  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
376
   ---, Jayanta and Ariel Baptista
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