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Feb 2015
Today I stopped to talk
to a lady named Truth
I couldn't help but wonder
why she looked so familiar
something about her face
I knew I had seen it before
Then I remembered where...
hers was the same as the disguise
worn upon the Lady that Lies
IllythiaRose
Written by
IllythiaRose  new york city
(new york city)   
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     --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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