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Jan 2018
Come now, let’s go
If not today then tommorow
Lest we say here in solemn sorrow.

Come on, then, let’s go.
Forget the churches, forget the schools
We live and love according to our own rule.

If it means the death of us,
then we’ll go out without a fuss.
Because to live solitarily
In comparison to tyranny
Is worth every cent of currency.
Holy ****, it feels good to be young.
Criticism is welcome.
Will
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Will  M
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