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Apr 2012
This world of ours.
This place of grave deceptions.

This place of smoke and mirrors.
Of false hopes and misconceptions.

The empty promises laid before us.
I watch them turn to waste.

The elaborate feast that's laid before us.
Robbed before we get a taste.
Anomalous Revelations
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Anomalous Revelations  New York
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