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Oct 2010
I stand here
To give you license
To take that painful and sometimes
Forgotten ball of emotion
That we bury deep beneath our flesh and
Masquerade faces,
And throw it
Against the wall
To see what colors it will make.
I bet it will be beautiful.
Written by
Brass Knuckles Mike  37/M
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