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Jan 2012
He swallowed the truth,
But never spoke the lie/
Never closed the door;
In the silence of his mind,
He drew lines in the sand.

But the line in the sand
Was washed away in the storm;
And he walked into the desert,
Where the truth was known.
Benjamin Woolley
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Benjamin Woolley  Phoenix
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