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Dec 2011
It’s like my words were perishable
Eaten once, then forgotten
Although they rather not
And neither do you
Wish upon such a star from afar

It’s all defense

I never moved
You changed locations
Like wandering gypsies
With no map given
While expectations were held

An end without a start
Zack Turner
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Zack Turner
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