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Aug 2010
I will sleep in sweet unsound
Until the sun again goes down,
Then once more must I rise
To live and deal in lies.

And I am a liar and I am a cheat,
And I will do wrong and I will compete,
And there’s nothing special, righteous, or pure,
In this, Oh, my soul! and Earth holds no cure.
Written by
Emily Brien
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