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Mar 2013
I'm bored.
You're boring.
Fake words.
Fake smile.
The pipe.
Is filling.
You're real.
You're true.
You talk
With meaning
You mean it.
Finally.
I like that
Your innocence,
Of course, until,
I come down.
You fall to
The cold ground.

Ugh.
A K Krueger
Written by
A K Krueger  California
(California)   
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