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Jul 2013
Threatened by misshapen beliefs,
Tried for the times that hold no faults
We've come clean through our shine
Bold and blistering, yet unfairly fine.

Knocked down by the guilty
Unfaithful to the innocent, heads resting
Unable to give me a rise
Wether you like it or not
This is our time.
Lizz Hinch
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