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Apr 2015
Nicotine-stained fingertips
Curl around a pen
A mouthful of hazy breath
Calling it my friend

Cross my heart and hope to die
I'll just stay in bed
What a lively suicide
Better than they said

Putrid stench I can't wash off
Follows me around
King of sorrow, Queen Aloof
Finally I'm crowned
The trans-former
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     Jordan and Rapunzoll
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