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Jun 2013
So maybe I am a little
          Crooked.
In the wrong and right places.
But nothing really
          Matters
When it comes to that.
Because when a young isn't crooked
That's the time when life becomes
          Fair.
Life as we know it
Is never
       Fair.
Once such tragedy becomes normal
Becomes right and fair, the world
      Will crumble
Beneath our sadness and happiness
And the young will cease to be crooked
The crooked will enable the young
     To cease to exist.
marie
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