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Saturday, December 21, 2013



With a nagging fear of death,
each new day is unlived;
life's purpose never finding:
wandering without a compass.

Lovers, who travel heavily
with inflexible consequences carrying,
project their low self-esteem to no-self,
which in the other reflected.

Unable to share truly,
less-Human folks take or give only,
fearing the essence or the give-and-take
of sharing's sweet joie de vivre.

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