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Opening a Place
An empty darkness
Unable to fill
People walk slowly
In wonder of your will
Then they shoot nasty
Unhumane, and cold
Questions about how
You live in this mold
And it is disturbing
How often something
Is said about
How often you are bumbling
When the world is about
To fall on your face
Only one thought comforts you
And its about losing your place
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