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Jan 2012
I looked in the mirror and saw what was not
The lines of my architecture now curved
Disoriented by what is true
I take it out on my self, perturbed

Misguided to think I was alive
But little does anyone know I'm walking flesh
To tell me otherwise
I am obligated to object
Arianna Anderson
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