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Jack tierney
Poems
Feb 2018
Pt. 2
Rise above the windy storm,
Come into my morning form.
Scratch the itch that burns my skin,
Light the candle, I am your kin.
Stick the needle in my arm,
I will not fall to your alarm.
Stick the needle in my arm,
It has a certain friendly charm.
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