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Dec 2015
On a side note
They're absolutely crazy
Out of this world
To this day they amaze me
Indecisive and unbelievably shame me
Convicted to the bone
And set on one man
They call and bother
Like cattle fodder
Incessantly needy
But wont admit it
Insane about wants
Insatiable and beyond width
The noose that wraps
It's cold hands trap
But I believe in fate
The kind that makes you hate
Like a bloodhound unable to eat steak
And I continue to ask
How can things go wrong?
I was lost all along
Wesley Joseph Breedlove
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