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Dec 2015
give me something you know I'll break,
tempt me with a toxic toy I'll tell myself to play with,
until it's sides are broken and bruised,
and you'll find me on the highest shelf,
dented, a disaster crying for a new devil to destroy me.
where did this come from?
Tim Buggy
Written by
Tim Buggy  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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