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Jan 2012
These burns on your arms
Seem worth the price
But in the game of life
we're only dice

Don't harm yourself
You wont come out to play
You will be placed on a shelf
So very, far away

What has this done for you?
But leave these scars forever
What else could they do?
But be the permanent reminder-
Of the pain inflicted on you?
Poetry Is Life
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Poetry Is Life
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   Andy Cave
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