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Mar 2013
once again I hold
my cup and
again it's brimming

tears are locked down
no need for a wet shirt

in my infinite loop now
but I wear my smile

this is the mask- your
warrior face for
survival

keep your place
tap out the time
metronome ready.

measure it out,
or drown.
copyright fhw, 2013
F White
Written by
F White
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