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Deserted


Money to pretend I am rich,

Pride to impress the coconuts,

An IPAD to shovel sand, or

Ideas to keep me company?

What SHOULD I take?

I would take Nothing

Knowing me I would probably only live for days.

So just as I am born with Nothing

I shall die with Nothing

Material things will always stay in this Material World.

We always stand Alone and Deserted  

 

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