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Dec 2012
He is made up of a million little lies
Bound
Stitched
Woven
together by false pretenses and delusions
He is the artisan of his own falsehood
He remembers nothing and calls himself the truth
It wouldn’t suit him to believe otherwise.

******* and your lying molecules.
Neurotica
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Neurotica  Toronto, CA
(Toronto, CA)   
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   spysgrandson
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