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Jan 2017
You try to trick me, doesnt work, ignore me, schooled you for your hate, end up being the hater.
So why do sickly, current dorks, adore thee, fooled to core door plates, bent cup fleeting a crater.
Too sigh woo crick bee, paws rent torque, be bore three, cool two so more ate, red pup lying remaker.

In short,
Today is weird,
You understand what happens,
But the meaning behind is either vague,
Or downright inapproriate,
But still,
It's fun.
Sam Ishmael Nocum Cruz
Written by
Sam Ishmael Nocum Cruz  Philippines
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