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Mar 2013
Handle a snake, you will feel the misunderstanding

Sitcom sadness

Neither of us could say a word

My eyes close one at a time

In the morning, I stared at the sun

I’m too young for this ****

Naming songs after washed up celebrities

A child forming memories

Listening to the explanation of a curse word

A black metal millionaire

I can’t bring myself to get out of these clothes

I put metal in the microwave

and I knew it was wrong
Johnny Nikoloudakis
Written by
Johnny Nikoloudakis  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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