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Jan 2016
Vaccine in the chamber.
Bringing down the hammer
Ready for the medicine.
"I'd throw up the sickness, but my stomach is withered"
"I'd cough up the disease but my lungs are bleeding"
"I'd cut out the corruption but it's already gone to my head"
No change in our pockets
only Posies
No heat in our house
only holes in the ceiling
When your world comes crashing down
When your mind just wants rest
Bitter words hang in your ear
"The American Dream"
Courtlyn Quay
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Courtlyn Quay  United States
(United States)   
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