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In a Thousand

I do not wish to melt
Into another’s life, splayed into millions,
Scrambled among the dull greys and beiges
Of the shameful tapestry, woven mindlessly
With the threads of their
Quaint mushy brains.
I do not desire to disappear into the mash
Of the helpers the doers the workers,
Where few come to aid, less leave comfort,
And minimal breathe real peace.
I shall no

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