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Jun 2018
i follow the prettiest girls
the ones ill never speak to
they are like birds flying around
i am but a worm slithering
through other **** like me
they are out of reach
but when the bird gets hungry
it flys down to devour theΒ Β worm
they catch us by suprise
and sweep us
off our nonexistent feet
flying through the sky
with their talons
peircing our chests
they eat us alive
Written by
Azrapse  22/M/Cali
(22/M/Cali)   
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     Fawn, Ilion gray and Austin Ryskamp
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