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Jul 2014
You are not worthy,
you are no man,
my heaven is refusing
to lend you it's hand.

Ten laws we abide,
through deserts and myths,
though three is our number
you can't call your's six.

Traditions of sorrow,
based solely on dust,
such perfect little stories

Who could refuse to trust ?
Henry Brooke
Written by
Henry Brooke  Paris
(Paris)   
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