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Jul 2014
No one could ever decode
what I was talking of
in any of them
It was liberating
unlike any other
activity I had taken up
Eventually I'll just
start screaming the truth
without veils or metaphors
or cloudy titles, I thought
But that's when it happened
and I was back to the
cryptic ways
of the silent artist

-cj
smallhands
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smallhands
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