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Jan 2015
You are not the same as you once were.
You're crude, like black Licorice.
You're dark, like the shadow that haunts us in the day.
And that consumes us at night.
You're a monster now..
But don't worry.
**So am I..
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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