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Jan 2017
Of course he’s
A ******* musician

Let you tune into my soul
With melodies you
Have practiced over
And over again

They don’t sound like anything
You shake when you
Play
The strings
Don’t obey your
Weak complexities

You couldn’t serenade
A cow.
Negative Creep
Written by
Negative Creep  Woonsocket
(Woonsocket)   
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   Gidgette
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