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Apr 2015
I am not as naïve as you believe.
You look at me and you do not see what I see.

I see fire.
I see hate.
I see love.
I see fate.

I see things you cannot imagine.
I think thoughts you cannot think.
You believe you know me well.

*But that is a lie, and it is weak.
Just as weak as every Yo Mama joke I've ever heard.
Violante Holmes
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Violante Holmes  An Alternate World.
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