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May 2013
This is pathetic,
you are pathetic,
I've counted seconds around you, felt them (they are glassy),
I've done rude things to nice people when nobody admits this,
my poise is tense,
by tense I mean elastic in a non-wooden way, i mean potentially,
it snaps because I've met you in a universe and thats real enough,
theres lots of reasoning going on,
nobody agrees with me because they know ill take myself down on this one, those watchers.
sometimes doors open for charm, other times for lepracy
so I have said what I came to say, your an *******.
overaffe
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overaffe  scotland
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