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Jul 2016
My bones are made of ice
No matter how much ember flows through your words
It's not going to vaporize my Stonehenge
I'm not going to quarrel, play pretend
I'm at the start, you're at the end
I have a couple of messages, let them send
When this conversation is over
You'll learn your lesson
Because i have a confession
I don't appease to just anyone
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
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