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Oct 2015
I never really was too sure
Though once I thought I was
I decided to have a look
But found only laws
I could see the light
But didn’t know why
My hair was wet
But my mind was dry
My voice was loud
But knowledge was silent
Inside every wrong word
Were the seeds of violence
Not to naked flesh
But still you bled
I wondered how this could be
That a scar became what I said
I carried it everywhere with me
The only idea I had was guilt
The only smile was knowing it
It was then that doubt was built
I had an opinion once
It was something important
But the man on the corner
Still has a hole in his shoe
The things I can’t see
The life around the corner
A book never opened
Was why I couldn’t warn her
I decided if we’d never met
Your reputation would survive
Because if I say nothing
The truth remains alive
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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