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Feb 2019
Alone in this house, never seen a new face.
I'd grace it with a person if I didn't look like paste.
I look beyond bad, I smell like a flue.
Just know that the person entering this house, it just ain't you.
Written by
Jacob Allen Morris  15/M/USA Tennessee
(15/M/USA Tennessee)   
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