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May 2013
With dad's .45
one bullet
to its head
the rhyme
painted
the walls
red
sleep
tight
******
I'm done
with it
clean it up
what a mess
repaint blue
not good. this is from like 2011. yeah, i really did **** my rhyming. i don't do it much now 'xcept when i think it REALLY necessary.
Chris T
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Chris T
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