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Mar 2016
Blame
is so often
a game
we play
in pain
to hide from
shame
we cling to,
as if a flame
'pon a dead tree
'tis lain,
and we are engulfed;
burnt all up:
our true selves
go so effortlessly up in smoke.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
(29/We're all a bit mad here.)   
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   Pax, Ja and The Dedpoet
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