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Jul 2015
It's all buried behind this door, and the code can change at whim.
Safe from betrayal but not from harm, when sadness runs within.
Take the fist away from the wall, and walk past all the hassle.
Because in the end the damage done, is all that you can wrestle.
Can't change the past without a lie, As you joke along with others.
But in your eyes you know the answer, so  take what death can offer.
Penny Thoughtless
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