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Oct 2013
Why?
When every time we play with words
And add music to verses we don't sing
And give meanings by hiding reality
Behind the mask of our wondrous craft,
The time comes for us to be at last, at least,
Entirely understood
By people who are just as we are
Entirely misunderstood.
Ceryn
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Ceryn  32/F/PH
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