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Aug 2012
the thing about the day is
that it always caves in
around you and you're buried
by its walls
but me, you see,
i've dug a grave
so there's no ******* way
i'll live to see them fall

so here's my messy bundle of words
syllables and vowels that never come out good


oh, and just to be fair..
i know you don't care
there's no way you could
Rose
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Rose
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