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Sep 2015
Symmetry means not-at-all
When the beauty is fading.
Skin-deep, threadbare, sketch-thin,
******* that body you were made in!

If I put a bullet in your head,
You will go like all the rest.
Blackened rot and seep-stank bloat--
now baby: Who's the Best?
Jaime Will Grant
Written by
Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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