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Dec 2011
Shielf yorself
From others hate
For those arrows are sharp
And always penetrate
Even through the adrenaline
You might not feel it
But the wound is there
Pussing and peeling
Shield yourself
From enemies hatae
For it's not worth
The furure pain
Nathaniel R Horn
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Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
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