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Apr 2016
Pulled apart by thought, not horses.
Imagined enemies have become my saviours.
Truth peddlers work for free, liars require restitution.
Free thought is seldom without its price.
I am not always right, even when I am.
Is this wisdom or a pretty collection of words?
Declan Quinn
Written by
Declan Quinn  Derry, Ireland
(Derry, Ireland)   
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   jordan and bex
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