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Jan 2016
beat me up
it's my pleasure
I may stand up,dust myself off

hate me
it sharpens my will
I entered the void, no more fear

attack me
I know, your woodenhead can't dance with my wit
but don't forget can't stitch a brain
Baris MacTavish
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Baris MacTavish  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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