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Jan 2014
Your hands
With a grip so sturdy, so strong
May steal and hit
and commit all things wrong

Your legs
With capacity to root you down
So athletic and toned
Could take you off without a sound

Your heart
It beats to a mundane tune
So cold and unfriendly
It keeps inside its own cocoon

Your mouth
So small yet brimmed with power
Emits all sorts of negativity
and lie and devour

But your eyes
pristine and chaste
never uncouth
will always scream nothing
nothing but the truth
Martin Illy
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Martin Illy  singapore
(singapore)   
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   zak
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