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Jun 2013
Sticks and Stones may Break my bones..

But I'll tell you this.

I'm sweet as sugar

hard as Ice

Hurt me once

I'll **** you twice.


Roses are Red

Violets are Blue...

I watched as you bled

Your the one who broke my hear in two.



One,Two... Shame on you

Three,Four... I locked that door

Five,Six... You hit the bricks

Seven,Eight... You can't run out that gate

Nine,Ten... You're dead again.



Ring around your neck

a pocket full of knifes

Ashes.... Ashes...

We all burn now.
Adeline Dean
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Adeline Dean  Paris
(Paris)   
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