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Nov 2011
Its all a facade

Lipstick on filthy, putrid swine.
A silk tapestry gently lain
on a steaming pile of ****.

You live in a house of cards,
tread lightly, or it'll all collapse.
Written by
AB
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   ---, Amelia and Michelle Clarkson
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