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Sep 2019
I wanna pout, scream and shout!
Let it all out, fuss around!
Down for the count, freak you out!
But that ain’t His mouth, that ain’t His fount
That’s just my font, I’d like the flaunt
Because it taunts anyways, and I thought
If I haunt it, it would eventually stop
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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