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Jul 2013
***** traps set inside
my head. Not my fault
I'm ****** up. But hey,
family is too, I guess.
We still draw the same
conclusions, though
changed, aged, fermented.
Friends intensified & set
in stone by blood
gone bad, past it's prime.
Bonded by abuse & anxiety,
the Brotherhood of spoiled blood.
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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