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Tree of Lies

The forest of our ancients, now long and dead. concrete halls of supposed brilliance standing in its stead, a discrete time taking trick by those in power, causing our earthly mothers life to tick out by the hour.

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luna

American

Published: Dec 17, 2010
LinesWords: 438

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