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Just a late night writing that kept kept banting back and forth in my mind.

Damaged and destroyed, disturbed and distraught, this is the friction of the fraught.

All too familiar, confusing just the same, betrayed by flesh. What is there cannot be had, for surely this is no game.

I will die with a smile wider than monetary riches could ever buy. For I am poor and have no home but truly, I am rich.

I saw a picture in a magazine of a Silverback gorilla and this is what I saw in his eyes.