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Mar 2012
My Dear,
We know!
Your perfect cover is blown
I fear,
you'll go and teach the angered souls

My Dear,
I've grown!
I've been bent and whipped into a son of Rome
Am I clear?
Do you know? Your aura penetrates my soul

Just a human controlled by the fear
We will not always be here
One more forgotten mistake
The insanity of history remains

My Dear,
Let's go!
I'll hold your hand, so come on
You steer, I'll row
Eventually, we will get home,
My dear
Ishmyre of the Inferiors
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Ishmyre of the Inferiors  9th Ring of Saturn Box 7
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