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No one cries anymoreIt’s just not who we are anymore   We’ve had our languages shutNow we speak in closed tongues   No one cares of naught, not  
(otherwise titled psalm to Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott, his genuine, gluten free and non GMO poetic non fake appreciative guise.)   Ah, thee availed me reason to craft a poem with rhyme or reason,
Orwell would be proud- grey worlds encompassing grey people, bent down by their great oppressor. And though their eyes lay blank and glossy from broken wills, their masters are
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