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The mirrors of our souls reflection Peering back only for us to see. In a chance moments gaze, or glance We see for ourselves what we fear Our eyes dance about the way Avoiding disturbing sites, apparent everyday We travel busy streets of life in a trance Failing to share with those we see along the way Through our self-absorbed, busy days we trod All too often caught up in the blogg Feeding our pedigreed dogs and cats with our precious pence; Blessed with more cents, than sense. Not heeding reason, right, or wrong The days grow longer as others struggle in hunger. As we shop, wine, and dine, Ignoring the fact that everything isn't just fine Think what it is to be so all alone, Feeling only the emptiness that is always there Unable to wake from want and disrepair Thinking we will never face such fare
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