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Lonesome Ones
Our misplaced belief; all is new exclusive to you and me Immigration, Luxury Familial abuse Lust Greed Pornography Empires before have come and gone barbaric, civilized, serene Made up of individuals, groups small and large kind, gentle neurotic, psychotic denigratingly filthy white washingly pristine
Through it all belief holds their time and experience brand new truth is; human behavior repeats itself echoed excuses punctuated by opportunities to improve
correction, coercion therapy and pills remedies for alphabet maladies
‘scripts’ penned each and everyday as if these will change free will’s ilk
bombarded by something, everything, greater than self a pinhole of existence pierces the darkness of cosmic eternity, a particle of energy living beneath layers of priority Each macro world, micro
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