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By: Jack Davine
Competition Year: 2013
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For love is gained and love is lost in supersonic measures,
And trust is swapped, stained and soiled for biogenic pleasures.
My human heart, a work of art, a miraculous endeavor,
Is nothing more than a fatal flaw in the world of natural treasures.
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atly:
perfect
THeath:
very nice