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Dec 2014
World is different;
Piles of mess,
A bunch of curse,
And endless war.

Secret character,
A flirting voice,
River of tears,
Damaged soul.

Filthy hands,
With pockets full;
Broken hearts,
Misused mind.

Sinful sights,
Begging for more.
Hidden truths,
All behind that door.
jo march
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jo march
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