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Aug 2012
We often soften our cotton linen
with
the tears of the hidden orphan
We trod on the sod bought
with
the sweat of the hidden orphan
We don gems that are ******
with
the curses of the hidden orphan

We never listen to the forsaken and abandoned
hidden orphan
.
Written by
FigTree
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