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January 1  2035

Bounded with an identity of hoax

Here I fly though in faux;

With my life spun in despair

Mounded as my ammunitions pair

It is of money and of wit

I proudly say my peace is ruined

Orphaned by curiosity ,I live

Though I reign the one I don't want anymore.......




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