Never the same but predictable. To be mindful, to be composed, to be perfect. Should I be stoic? Generosity is lost. Compassion forgotten. What have we become? Have we ever knew? Lost
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Lana c (
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This poem is a slippery slide of questions that leads to an inevitable end Lost. A most intriguing and mind provoking write.
There is always space for change but also space to reset back to where it all began where it peaceful and mindfree.
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