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Feb 2014
Reflecting the voice
Of indecision
A hostile embrace
The eyes of remission

The fleeing tears
The candid frown
Open ears
Nary a sound

More and more
The skin it cracks
Blisters, sores
A defensive act

Look ahead
There's nothing there
A faceless map
Of silent stares

Look ahead
Pretend to care
The mirror's dead
Was never there
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Unknown  Prison of Freedom
(Prison of Freedom)   
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   Mary
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