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Whatever

whatever is definitely a passive aggressssive nuclear bomb

when dropped out of the mouth off hand

. A dismissal and a subtle knife

A regret for the apathetic who have a change of heart

on their death bed, lying there retasting brief moments life gave.

Maybe you will call me in sincere apology .

maybe you will or won't

whatever.

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May 21, 2010
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