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Apr 2013
Words are toys
except more dangerous
Only fun when used
for the sole purpose of
destruction.

***** filled to their
brims with C4
Dolls with fantasies
to make your mother squirm
Trains driving fast,
out of control, off the rails
Games with just one winner
and a graveyard of
loss.

When you grow up
you expect the fun to
fade
But instead of fading
the game simply
changes
Your face becomes a year older
and your toys become a year more
deadly.
madeline may
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   Timothy and Emily Tyler
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