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Aug 2014
I see it there;
sitting.

Undisturbed,
by the living;
left alone.

If it had been tampered with ,
where would i be today?

thank the Guardian of Watchers for guarding it,
when i couldn't be there;
to do so myself.

Living in this disgusting time of life
everyone would want a chance to  exploit it,
find a use out of it,
want to benifit
from it.

Because , yeah;
No one ever seems to find the state of mind:
that  they can't give themselves permission
to unlock what isn't theirs.

© J-d S. J
NoislessShackles
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