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Lowercasemmmmmm

the invisible man

The invisible man strides
He glides he struts and paces
No one can really see him
He’s a vampires mirror reflection
He’s the clown without a red nose
Wears no uniform or badge of state
He is irony and his epiphany
Will always be too late

(2013)

There's always one that doesn't fit in a group

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