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Thursday, October 27, 2011

A lone voice called across a nacreous waste
Unheard, unremarked and unrequited
So a million voices called across the impotence
Unanswered, unhappy and understated
So all native voices went silent in the vacuum
Uncaring, undone and ultimately unfulfilled
Who will plead the case now thews are gone?
Unmade, unsafe, unacting and unloving
Not I for I am invisible, dissolved and fade
Unliving, unsaved, unsated and now unseated.