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36 lines
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You're such a pretty young thing
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bored and apathetic
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what do you care if the world
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falls down around you
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have you retreated
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so far from the surface
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that you've forgotten
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the feel of the sun
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on your skin?
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Are you here or not
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buried in your ipod
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wishing this all would
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come to an end?
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and what if it did
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would a twinge of regret
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pass the hairs of you're neck
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as old systems die
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and a new world begins?
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crawl back into
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that familiar embrace
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the comfort of conformity
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such a poor complacent
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meek little sheep
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looking for a master
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waiting for the shepherd
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to lead you to the slaughter
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on the alter as you die
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will you smile satisfied
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knowing how he loves
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his shepherds pie?
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***
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gopher://sdf.org/0/users/abaka/poetry/baltimore
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