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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Packed
You pack away the lines and lies that you wore upon your face.
You pack away the comforting toxins that screen you from the dark.
You pack away the ability to hide away 'neath the yoke of hard work.
You've packed it all away.
Head up high, now.
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