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May 2014
I can hear it asking questions.
I can hear it staking claim to the fertile grounds of my mind
But I've been cheated for far too long.
A wrong has to be made right,
My mind yearns for the light that has been concealed by the branches of this dark idea.
Written by
Michael Thane
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