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I see the greedy man whose only son comes from a curious wish for money who he already has. I hear the believing man’s speech: if there’s nothing in mind, we will be safe behind the golden walls. I touch the cruel man whose young face darkens our sky. I recognize this ****** man when I realize this mirror, reflecting what we must remember.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
A Man without Changes
I see the greedy man whose only son comes from a curious wish for money who he already has. I hear the believing man’s speech: if there’s nothing in mind, we will be safe behind the golden walls. I touch the cruel man whose young face darkens our sky. I recognize this ****** man when I realize this mirror, reflecting what we must remember.
jonasgoncalves
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
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