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Feb 2015
What trust is ****** upon us when bearers tell no lies?
When untold secrets are revealed in the visage of our eyes.
In silence be that perfect well rounded quietude,
Still unbroken yet answer stir through our attitude.
Tell of tales of stolen unforgiving looks,
Advice like this not found within your books.
lloyd britton
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   PrttyBrd and SPT
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