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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Illicit affiliation

I savor from afar
The nuances of this web
That’s intricately spun by
The liaisons’ linked.
 
The unspoken glances,
The enticing peaks,
The hushed undercurrents,
Oblivious to all, they flow.
 
Smug, they exist,
In the false sense of lull,
Naïve to the infuriation
Of the discerning around.
 
Chancing upon this is
A poor clueless soul,
Unaware of the clout,
Of this unsaid force.
 

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