Locked away are hidden memories,
breeding by the close quarters;
undeniably they are coming.
Who is this I speak of?
Why, just look around you,
its the business man,
the pregnant women
and yes, of coarse -
the loving grandmother.
All caught up
in their own little worlds,
so much so that they don't see it,
the minds which pay no attention...
...and seems to kill,
no target, but just us.



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