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Mar 2016
In a contemporary nature
There is a merchant
Absolute dealer himself
Who with conviction preaches
Even affections are on sale

Then how his solitude
Is so hard to escape?
To diminish desolation
Remember buying and selling
Isn't always the same
Written by
Brian Thar
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