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Jan 2014
****.
*****.
*******.
Just a bunch of *****.
Why is everyone so ******* foolish?
Am I the only one?
Am I alone?
I dislike the disposition of most of you.
Is it a mirror to my face?
My soul?
lost.
stuck.
****.
Open till the day I die.
I'll take your half-assed emotional responses and...
and...
And I'll raise it pure ******* truth.
Even If it makes me the fool...
Open forever... and I'll open some more...
Open. Open. Open.
****.
Written by
Joe P  Boulder
(Boulder)   
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