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May 2015
This palace is made of glass
and I can see every wicked lie
and every injustice
as clear as day.

Think you can hide behind walls and a door?
Perhaps you shouldn't make them out of glass.
My dear friend
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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