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Jun 2021
You can move on,
I'll take your place.
And you can hang your head in disgrace.

Return to your small town,
With the small disgraced face of a clown.
Where you turned your back and abdicated,
I'll pick up the reigns and steer things my way.
Phantom647
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Phantom647  25/M/Washington, DC
(25/M/Washington, DC)   
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