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The people take stock of the people,

and evening star rotates on it's spindle,

we hear what we hear and fear no evil,

but what we don't expect is our eventual upheaval.


They will clash,

they will unmake their own kind,

it's evolution in every way,

yet we cannot mind,

it's in again-
so...

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Categories: connector, addiction, age, america, angst,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Reflection on the Important Things