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Sep 2017
Twisted words, a tale to carry, ignoring their fateful impact.
Manipulate for your immediate good.

Tell me, does it please you to harm?

Cold and empty, I need your charity.
How I wish I could fly so I could find my clarity.
Written by
Kmood  41/F/Auckland
(41/F/Auckland)   
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