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Aug 2018
Cutting its victims,
With a sharp blade,
A predator, a king,
Of this masquerade.

This almighty authority,
Ruling over all,
And his almighty phrase,
You all shall fall.

He seems so innocent,
So pure at heart,
But then he'll get close,
And tear that paper apart.
Carla
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Carla  17/F/Australia
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