People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Think of me when you go
tell me you love me. How
might I begin to know what
the secret of my time here
may mean? Like something
from a movie scene, mise
en scène? How can I begin,
explain everything fluttering
within my brain. My thoughts
and feelings revealing a depth
I don’t always show, sometimes
do not even know. Where am I?
Does this make you want to think
of me, when you say goodbye?
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