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Feb 2010
You tipped your imagery
Slowly unmasked

It took two days
Confused by the questions
You never asked

You know yourself
Even when rehearsed

In someone else
You’re always immersed

You feed on the weak
And flee the strong
You know what you do
Is morally wrong

Smooth were the words you spoke
Sentences tied like a rope
Velvet V, you’re such a joke.
Written by
Keiko Larrieux
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