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Apr 2018
Walk through my life without me
And see
All that your eyes could partake of
And still
I wouldn't be scared for either of us
Because
My voice speaks louder asteticly
Therein
And within resides my will
I lie to myself far too much. Expecting those who get to see the true me will want more of what I have to offer. But it is not so... We are selfish creatures. And I am spoiled beyond compare.
Colm
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