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beyond me, lies every secrets

focus on me,
here, I speak as a Lion
but I rarely have spoken before this,
and so a moment holds me...
for your stare seeks a hundreds secrets
and I've got only one,
so find your feet and stand, I tell me;
a good heart does not change the world
but a broken one, will stand transparent

23 May 17

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