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Dec 2012
18 years.
Millions of tears.
Becoming a caricature of yourself.
Little boy blue, hiding inside a hollow tree
.It's because i care and the way i wave.
Personal taste and cut up the gender.
You were always more than tender.
Harpo Rhum
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