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Mar 2010
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Think I'm crazy crazy crazy.
What the **** is wrong with me?
Nothings wrong, you make it write,
When the pen runs out of ink,
I run out of dreams and reasons
dripping down the pages
like the green paint in the sink
copyright Shannon Curry
Written by
Shannon Curry
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