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Feb 2013
Humans are the scariest wraths,
They rip your souls of love,
They tear at your minds,
To the brink of sanity.

As human,
Without evidence we can never trust...
The intelligent knows,
The innocent misses.

We are born in innocence...
Stark naked, fragile, vulnerable...
To the infectious world...

Some people grow out of it,
They are polished to become like all others.
We don't.

Our blood soon all tainted,
Our love melt into vengeance,
Our soul, lost, numb, broken...
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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     Timothy and Jerry
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