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Mar 2014
hanging in the closet ,behind close doors             are the skeletons              mistakes and flaws           every one has something packed away                     that never wants to be worn again                        but the alarm goes off every morning,waking us up everyday,     since are imperfect there are new things to pack away.          years goes by and the closet gets old and break   the weight of whats inside it can no longer take                                so it finally lets everything out                  and reveals what's hidden
Written by
Sheri Swartz  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   Lior Gavra
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