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Lonely Planet Part Two

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Internal darkness, internal pinning strain your very nerve,
Gobbling the tender heart which quivers like autumn grasses
Wherwithal being graced by sofest dews of pensive sense
Of parched aloofness in this spiritual barren world.
Rapid wants of near and dear, the murderous enjoyment of terror
On innocents, the hapless deprivation of poor by rulers and rich,
The occult indifference of beloved towards genuine love
Privy to misjudgement and misdemeneaour of blind countrymen
To immediate danger, the countless ignorance in and around

Pressing sensivities to be more internal and reticent.
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Friday, June 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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