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Mandela Dies Here Every Day …
Where Cedars End, My Home Begins …
How I Long To Be The Loneliest Isle
When We Were Born From Cipher’s Womb
Two Half-Truths Make One Myth Complete
The Smoking Gun Between You and Me
In Exile From That Woeful World
A Sigh Amidst A Million Mutinies
When Evening Whispers In Lost Lanes
This “I” And That “ME”
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