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Dec 2015
Is it cruel intentions or coincidence.
That forces my hand at this hour.
I've left it late just to cultivate
The supreme and feelings irate.

All the tongues I've held and bitten.
Unravel at once in a fabulous exposรฉ.
All the truthes I've kept and hidden.
Finally rid of their weight.

Take all of my hate.
ยฉ All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Jack Thompson
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Jack Thompson  Australia
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