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Don't trust him. His game is to play you; showmanship winning over the room. Capability and knowledge cunningly imitated with sleight of hand. Promises, their empty conclusion yet to unfold, and the nod of a mask. Bluff and deceit form the paint on his mask, and I see the cracks forming.
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Masked
Don't trust him. His game is to play you; showmanship winning over the room. Capability and knowledge cunningly imitated with sleight of hand. Promises, their empty conclusion yet to unfold, and the nod of a mask. Bluff and deceit form the paint on his mask, and I see the cracks forming.
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
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