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Feb 2018
There is no Lenoir
Heralds stripped from us society
Leaving me to draw meaning
Or faulter
My name, upon the lips of my accusers
Shall warn.

But if I walk...

Content, I walk.

For what is left to offer
I ask in your final chapter
Who among you, could say that they are happy?
More than Man
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More than Man  30/M/America
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