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Oct 2017
You and your joy
You and your ****,
You and I
left the masses ashock.

You and your ***,
Through the garden you plow.
Trimming down tall dreams
And shredding fraying  
Seems.

Bedding already fragile teens.
I guess your just a predator.
A tiger in tall grass,
Your victims never last.
Less than pleasant. But the work speaks for itself.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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