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Oct 2012
killer clowns
blows to the head
why doesn't this
make any sense
I'm so confused
don't know what to do
so i hold by breath
til my face turns blue
flowing right out
of my veins there is blood
creating a stain
on the old fashioned rug
flush it all down
so its all underground
don't look there is mud
on all fours of the truck
must mean it went somewhere
accomplished something, it did
went to hell and back
but still as a kid
Jennifer
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Jennifer  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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   Timothy
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