Anywhere you turn.. you see disquiet.. and pain.. and masks.. full of smiles. masks a little askew. masks a little perfect.. masks that beg to be removed.. progress moves us towards answers or away from them..
embracing spirituality against religion.. humanity against nationality. we try to cross boundaries even as we shackle ourselves within the I. emotionally starved we yet seek out the tangible.. and come
back wanting..
incomplete
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