In This Tiny World..

May 7, 2010
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In this tiny world,
where your skin is made of gold,
the heart stays still as stone.

Glorified to extremes,
our levels sink.
We contain unthought shame
as they reach for domain.

No chain, yet we choke,
the detained, the insame.
The minded mineral,
made to provoke
feelings of revolt.

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