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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Free

Spit your bitterness onto the blank slate.
Speak the hate but yet only in silence.
voices wasted interest not,
lest they be called more than a group of meaningful words spoken in a terrible haste.
Crown your nest aroof the crooked arms of the wisdomest tree.
By the Lords stripes you are healed n perpetually set FREE!!!

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