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Aug 2015
can i take off this mask now
the one i have worn
    for so long
its the one i found
when i was alone
then, it was new
nobody knew yet
the rotting flesh of truth
existed beneath all the lies
how i wanted to be gentle
but the mask
demands its dues
i am through paying
   i am an artist
denis j ryan harman
Written by
denis j ryan harman  north georgia
(north georgia)   
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   Kelley A Vinal and ---
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