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May 2013
Logic tipped with poison
Passion with a purpose

To manipulate the puppeteers strings
Perched on insanity’s brink

To give love freely
To feel but not always to think

With the mind of my father
The heart of my mother

Trust me
I dare you
This is the configuration of my mind and the result of my heritage.
Robert Ueda
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Robert Ueda  California
(California)   
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