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"We Are All Blind"

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Maybe within the sky, maybe underneath the land,
At the smokes of her breath; she cannot understand.
Unfulfilled yearnings of a lifelong tranquility
Rather madness clutching, unable to set her free.
In the midst of nowhere and everywhere, she is cornered
Each needles stabbed a bone, yet her outcries unheard.
Narrow suns and vast obscurities articulately combined,
Effortlessly, she shook the world stating, “we are all blind.”





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