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Sep 2014
I'm not real
You're only looking at a reflection
Staring up at you from the mud beneath your feet
I am stained by filth
I am something you can never clean
Leon  Lapin
Written by
Leon Lapin  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
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   Samantha Lee
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