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Aug 2014
Contradictions
Every day we pretend,
nuisances,
breadth of knowledge,
it is futile and hollow,
no fear,
left wanting,
pining and pathetic,
contradictions within,
phenomenal and enduring quiet,
I am alone.
Mel
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