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A man with no name
Living among the many
Misconstrued and bent
Golden bitterness lines his mind
They all feed him strife and enlightenment
Alone but not lonely most of the time
Flows right through him
A river of divine
Always wants more out of every moment
Settled but not content
Questions forever unanswered
Kaons obsolete with time
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