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Feb 2015
You do not see the criminal.
You say to me,

"You only see stuff that fear allows me to show."
You are the tongue of mass ******.

What was the motive?
In another cell a complex code casts you the victim.

We tie our lips up in knots
In order not to name the truths we know.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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