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                                Mysterious minds



they live in and feed from their own heads

and travel untold but mentally documented journeys

they pity the world and smile in the one deep within

they fear nothing outside but bank on the strength inside

they devour negative opinion but flourish on knowledge and criticism

they know no boundaries neither can they create some

they create not recycle

they dream and see BUT do not believe in infinity

I, the only name they know, adore and value

Now, they live

and US they think

TIME and ALL  they TREASURE.

mysterious minds.


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