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Apr 2015
Today is just tomorrow's yesterday,
then-again nothing ever changes anyway.

It's still as it always will be,
but now you're here with me.

So burrow away my little tick, and
make yourself at home in my brain.

The dreadfully-real nothings can
love my blood once again.
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Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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