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Oct 2016
My tools--
My pencils are not sharp
My pen has no ink
My paint is too diluted
How should I fool the world
With my art?
How should I conceal behind
the shadows of my craft?
All that is left of my trade is
To face the world--
To face the music.
Jeopardised Plain Jane
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Jeopardised Plain Jane  F/Imprisoned by life
(F/Imprisoned by life)   
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