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May 2015
For everything you cannot pick.

For everything you fail

You fail. You pick.
for everything you don't, you're sick.
ugly ******* monster.
Whose own rhetoric haunts her.
to stand here, still, it taunts her

i staND here, still.
I stand, here, still.
I stand. Here. Still.
I stand hear still
              Hears til
Atypnoc
Written by
Atypnoc  Oslo
(Oslo)   
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