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		Diverted Beats 
 
While pencil draws circles of futures so bright, 
Envious looks cast the squinting black knight. 
A warm heart once beating it's side by my side, 
diverted it's beating to the left, to the right. 
 
wake from that dream, let's be unfair 
Raise a hell here, fill a hole there 
too many friends and too little care 
mock selfesteem , please change your hair 
 
the representation of a mirror speaks then, 
it has never been subject to the circling pen 
that makes it one of the very few men 
who will never be drawn though you know, that you can 
 
summoned bright darkness, begin from the start, 
the glass is half-full, a knife in that hart,  
no stringed guitar will tear it apart 
This isn't magic, let it be art
	 
	
	
	
	
	
		
		
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	Wanna see my impression of Ghandi? Well if he was really pissed-off 
	 
	
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