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Sep 2016
Without a cape, heroes still fly.
He lingers between sentences.
He remains in every pebbles.
He runs through other veins.
Without ammunition, heroes still bold.
He weakens curses and lies.
He fights of negative polarity.
He strengthen justice and peace.
Without a mask, heroes still undefined.
He resides within ourselves.
He lives in our dreams.
A dead hero he is!
CeriseRed
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CeriseRed  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
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