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It is a curse this eye, my knowledge inside resides in my mind inside a web of reality, perceived I bleed to die a sigh what do I see?  are you relieved? a lie? Pleased to meet  I courteously smile and greet your handshake's weak so I straighten my back to hide the fact the lion's fed, show no sign of attack I step back and chat like an anxious cat smile to show you where the fangs are kept You relax, a trap? I check your stance is bad So it's time to strike with might to prove you that I might just see right through you.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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It is a curse this eye, my knowledge inside resides in my mind inside a web of reality, perceived I bleed to die a sigh what do I see?  are you relieved? a lie? Pleased to meet  I courteously smile and greet your handshake's weak so I straighten my back to hide the fact the lion's fed, show no sign of attack I step back and chat like an anxious cat smile to show you where the fangs are kept You relax, a trap? I check your stance is bad So it's time to strike with might to prove you that I might just see right through you.
SirReal
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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