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Jan 2013
Sometimes it's hard to know what is
What should....and why?
And is there any point........or not?
We're born, we live, we die.
And in between we our noses run, we bite our tongues, we lie
We lose our place, we turn our face, we buy.
There's love and mud and bubblewrap
Dropped spoons, old tunes and bills.
***** boots and plastic crap,
What doesn't make you strong just kills.
Written by
Cyclamen Spark
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   Lexi and Danielle Rose
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