CandidA Poem by demuremindsFilling the room up with empty words, damaged promises, spearing through tense air, you were always great at that. Speaking loudly, profoundly, to cover up your false parades, your candid lies, yes, you were quite brilliant. But being absolute, pure, bona fide, why could you not be that? © 2012 demuremindsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2012 Last Updated on July 16, 2012 AuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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