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Aug 2017
Her Aura was an empty illusion,
a cloud of lies
to fool herself.
Like her astrology sign
and her numerology
she needed said mythology
to find a narrative in her life
and follow it through
like a puppet on a string
who does what the
puppeteer wants her to do.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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       Vil, Jamadhi Verse, soaringllama and Graff1980
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