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For A Dear Friend In Boom


Fallacies, fed to the masses.

Enrichment of the soul left alone,

stolen from us in our youth.

Mass positivity, nevermore.

The vast nothingness of space is all that seems left to explore.

 

I only know what I think, what I perceive in my semi conscious awareness.

This Ex Voto I pass to those who care.

 

I share my joy the best I can, 

but know not the best for you, my friend.

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