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A Left-Over of Selfish Confabulations

Posted on May 2, 2014 by

I’m not any being I have no real existence But in the mind of amateurs and crooks Only instrumental without being any instrument I’m a mere idea, a left-over Of selfish confabulations I have not existence of my own I … Continue reading →

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