Evolution, Disillusion
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Sandra Feldman
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In the dark corners,
Of the Universe, of the Infinite,
Poetry starts to die,
Now almost all is permitted,
Principles, seem to fly
Out the window, forever,
Never to come back,
It's a World not worth a feather,
To put in your crushed up hat.
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