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Aug 2011
a soulless ******* they called me
call me
thats the echo that follows me
swallows me
hollows me
and in the end
thats the echo that modeled me
hand raised, fully blazed
for the moment mischief called on me

a soulless ******* she called me
then she never called me
words she used mauled me
in reverse
the words she used to use enthralled me
thats why i gave all of me
but its not all me
all about me
and so
simply
no

wash away these deeds with hand soap
hindsight twenty twenty
how about hindsight through a telescope
but
think hope
think in proses
think there it all goes
samuel nathan
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