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Feb 2015
Some flowers dance while some wilt and die, some dogs eat other dogs to survive. Success will hide from you like a spider that escaped. Clarity's legs open wide no restraint.

When your finally inside, success within your grasp because theres no place left to hide. Hands in the sky hold your pride for all to see, Success is in my grasp in the dark it called to me.
Mark The Vagabond
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