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Apr 2016
The words fire out of your mouth
Crooked teeth surround a black tongue
Before we've even begun, everything has gone south
You're naΓ―ve and too old to justify it with being young
Verbal bombasts, speech like the desert sun
Scorching my Earth and killing all my fun

Put my bliss permanently to death
A ****-eating grin vice-gripping your face
To you what is worse is always what is best
My disillusionment descending in a mist-like haze
Getting harder to breathe in this rapidly shrinking space
The Universe expands but insistently neglects this sad and sorry place
John
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John  28/M/New York
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   Bianca Reyes
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