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working for others makes one poor.. special identity denied one's voice deeply hidden inner beauty suppressed.. livelihoods are exile protections are dear yet servitude keeps rule.. a new time demands correction straightening posture a new discovery.. each of us stands as connector of many and one one's voice found at last exile ended though we.. remain here...
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
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working for others makes one poor.. special identity denied one's voice deeply hidden inner beauty suppressed.. livelihoods are exile protections are dear yet servitude keeps rule.. a new time demands correction straightening posture a new discovery.. each of us stands as connector of many and one one's voice found at last exile ended though we.. remain here...
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
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