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Oct 2010
Rip my head from my shoulders
Tare me to pieces and rearrange my caging
This is NOT my reality
I am something different than you see

I will fly when I am finished here
Far away from your critique and mis-read
None of what you say penetrates
My knowledge and heart held above this carcass

Scoff, Gasp, assume you are the victor
Your Ignorance, your obvious weakness
Blinds you to the tinge of Empathy
But I will forgive and forget you...
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   mars and Douglas Allyn
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