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I’m a poet and I don’t even know it,
Wandering through life unconsciously showing…it…to the masses,
Blind from the mirage of news stations,
Invaded by the infamous stashes,
Of hatred and lies,
Beneath the fingernails of the guise of Patriotism and all its ties.

by Charles


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