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May 2015
I'm 18 today
but I feel 80
more like an old crickity relic
long forgotten,
never treasured,
wandering around
trying to figure out where I fit
where I might belong
hoping someone will dig through my crusted dirt
and polish me off
knowing that I am gold underneath,
but I fear I will have rotted away
before that ever becomes a possibility.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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     Puff, unknown, David Montgomery, N, Santiago and 4 others
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