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Oct 2010
We never know for what to ask
for what we really need
and I try not to wear this mask
yet words speak louder than deed
the gentle lonely
the harshest of all
the burning that fills the brain
I'd trade in everything but the pain
for that is what with which I live
with which my soul doth feed
Written by
chalom
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