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Jun 2015
If you must take it,          
take with it
my life for it is my.

If you must burn it,            
ashen my pen;
Scorch these leaves,        
leave none.

If you must choke it,          
strangle my neck 'stead;
for it and I are one

And if you must **** it --    
wither its words;
**** me - ****** - with gun.
ji
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