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reaching for oblivion
falling short
searching for a reason
to end it all
infamy is beckoning
make the call
tails we're on a winner
heads will roll
its hard to make plans
with your head up your ****
when you cant see past
the colon
 Nov 2018 Zizaloom
Rupert Pip
rot
 Nov 2018 Zizaloom
Rupert Pip
rot
A flower grows in the garden, blue.
When summer comes it comes to you.
When winter comes it turns from new
to the ghastly grey of once was good.
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