Living
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Sandra Feldman
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Our lives are made of floating foam,
Our salty tears are ours alone,
The path we travel, so unknown,
And life's true purpose, still unknown.
As life precipitates the fall,
Down lost and empty halls
Of Nothingness,
Please God, help me accept,
The Absurdity, of almost all.
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