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Everyone is tangible/ Lacerations cut deep within one's pride/ Castigations fly freely from lips of an octogenarian idol/ Sorid, vile words were bladed sharp/ Everyone is tangilbe/ Aspirant to move forward/ Pushing through the cracks of the dark, cruel hell/ Once scurrilious words became solace; sweet and comforting/ Everyone is tangible/ Through the freenzy of trying to fit in with the crowd/ The dreg is no longer who he once recognized in the homeless shelter's mirror/ Intelligence and wit always win in the end/ Everyone is tangible
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