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Dec 2017
There is no plan — no agenda. 
No lies or falsehoods.

I don't believe in fairytales.
I can't see the truth in such stories.

I don't believe the fear in your eyes.
Because when I stare back all I see is

your pain
your confusion

the misfortune of the past
the misfortune of the present

and a hope for the future.

But

there is no sense in acquiring safety for one
and not for all.
whispering wind
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