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In a place of isolation one will tend to find,
the feeling and emotions that were left behind!.
To begin again, to end again!.
To create from scratch
only to be transformed by the fools
that hid the creeping match!.
Fire brewing with desire,
kept crawling untill the ground was somber!.
Plaguing the innocene of your mind with words
that seemed only true,
the world was unleashed now in a of sense brand new!.
With a set of distinct eyes you see the lies wrapped
around their tongues!.
You take a breath inhale the infection into
your frosted lungs!.
Turning, gasping, blinking hard to see clearly!.
To see the world smirking
and hear the repetetive words declared!.
"This is the world, child!.
Only the lucky ones who don't speak a word, get spared"!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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