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Created on: May 20, 2008
He wears the mask of a joyous heart,
Though inside slowly he breaks apart.
But by his methods do not be mistaken.
He need not hide in false expression.
He'll not be one to wear his heart on his sleeve.
But when he loves he'll insure truth on his deed.
And if he bellows with silent sound,
Do not be threatened.
Like us, he'll drown.
This fragile porcelain.
One day he'll feel.
He'll pull his heart from withered seals.
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