another poem for loss of words

Sometimes a line from a poem picks my mind and it seems like the most sensible line to utter to the void of sounds or songs that is left by the meaning draining through a sieve in the face of a very, very interesting times. Despicable times of greed, hypocracy, ignorance, and corruption. So the line keeps repeating itself in my mind and I finally find the will to find…

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