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Life
In the stark reality of life I stand alone
Observing mutual pleasantries passed
Unaware of my own equivicable value
Drifting on the plains of others lifes
The bland impassionate intolerence of my own
Driving me uncontrollably into theirs
In the stark reality of life I am unaware
Of the man across the way
Inducing his thoughts into mine
The life I am so accustomed is his release
In the stark reality of Life
we stand alone
ŠKath Thomson
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