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Book worm
I heard
them said
book smart.
I'm sorry but did
I knead you to
real eyes it is
Just a facade
their is no Substance
to me so I
The world we live in today
can in a moment's notice decay,
which without reason will leave us orphaned away.
I have walked over the prints of African children,
and yet nothing's changed.
