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hippie killer

No drips can sustain

An aching wake, unbearable pain

Under, above and inside

This won't stop, I can't hide

Human nature is never ******* natural

So I grab what I can fit in to my satchel

Run

Run from what I thought was new

An idea in the end misconstrewed

But what becomes of this so called revolution

Just another fascist

With the same solution

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christopher-victor-coia
American
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Feb 26, 2013
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