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May 2017
Years to make this moment,
brought down by some
not so unwitting as perceived.

If you'd like,
we could buckle this belt
in a nice forming circle.

Find me in my section.
My soulless feet
find contentment in
the ones with blues and purples.

Don't be daft, mister.
And tell my kin-folk
to not be mean to a sister.
Taking advantage of things
seems to run in this family.
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
(24/the same as you)   
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   Ryan Holden
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