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Sep 2013
I have issues to work on.
These issues don't work.
My issues tend to darken
and make me become a ****.

I smell it in the air.
I smell it in the air.

I wish I could express myself better.
I can't think of the words.
The blood on my head gets wetter,
it tends to attract the birds.

I smell it in the air.
I smell it in the air.

Change sweet change.
Written by
David Walker  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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