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Jun 2015
Man knows nothing,
he sits in silence reading blank pages.
History we claim to be the truth,
it's true if we say so.
Bound by our mistakes,
the ones we makes time and time again,
we reach for the stars,
only to pull down our brothers.
Hate taints golden heart,
fear pushes the hand of the unsteady,
fire burns the caster,
man knows nothing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
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Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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