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We deserve sounding boards of truth, Not sponges of deception. My head is full of lies, equivocations and beguiling stories. Who can I trust? The poor? The limb-lost warrior? Residents in Cell Block A through Z? Patients found out but can't breathe. We must be sound, And let the voices of truth echo.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Echo
We deserve sounding boards of truth, Not sponges of deception. My head is full of lies, equivocations and beguiling stories. Who can I trust? The poor? The limb-lost warrior? Residents in Cell Block A through Z? Patients found out but can't breathe. We must be sound, And let the voices of truth echo.
francie-lynch
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
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