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Jan 2019
Sad is the way to unstabilize
the way,
when the earthquake hits
you'd wish you were dead,
so absurd is this play
that you spin around like
clay,
this statue in your way - it
is the symbol of vague....
sympathy,
And you really want the end
but it's somewhere else,
so pay respects to 'nay and
look over there,
Yes, there, it's not that fair
but yet oh well, might be a
lovely stay,
Where oh where, I might just
stare when angels cry,
the monster's me,
What it meant is really bent
and what you said is what it
might,
well... send a letter to the
brother and decide to call
the one and only mother,
It is really hard to wonder
when you swim inside a
pond.. eh?
There was more to this than
random ramble,
Time to cast myself with
Rambo,
in a random indian film
with the hoast of Dr. Phill,
who is.. actually called Dr. Phill.
David Crow
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David Crow  23/M
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