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Oct 2017
We are slaves of *******,
We give it
And receive it
With both hands.
******* has become part of us,
We can't tell the difference
Anymore.
I give it to you,
You send it back my way,
We build cathedrals to honor it,
We follow leaders standing on top of it.
******* gives us humans a sense of superiority,
We buy it from markets
And eat it as our daily bread.
Love is pure,
Until I meet someone else,
It's all *******.
Guden
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Guden  38/Valparaiso
(38/Valparaiso)   
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   Jessica
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