image by Joshua Earle
I more often notice.
Depth their eyes shallow.
Language tip blunt.
Words do not sting longer
like a bee.
I more often notice.
Flows dry up of light thoughts.
Blessed are the speeches pour,
The proportions be changed, dilute.
I understand more and more.
all according to one fall ill with,
Deaf-mute-blind.
So far feeds us to satiety.
I clench my fists.
They gradually tame us.
How the cattle munching oats.
On the road to slaughter.
I did not judge you.
I do not deny, I'm no better.
I heed the brothers unto you.
A person is paramount.
We all need to 
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