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Nov 2017
Broken rainbow of deceit
Impossible is my feat
Painful truth we do ignore
They feed us lies--we beg for more
Rambunctious stewards of the Garden of Pain
Burn it down, only the numbing cold remains
An earthquake--volcano--a silent eruption
We drown in a river, of our own corruption.
Truth?
Joe Beau
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Joe Beau  18/M/The Void
(18/M/The Void)   
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