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Oct 2013
I lost my lines, I took in stride
I always cried when i lied, luckily i didn't
die and serve time.

I lost my words, let loose like birds
If what I heard isn't absurd then
maybe it shouldn't occur.

I could only shovel, I grew stubble
You tried to trap me in a double bubble
and I popped it. You're left with only rubble.

I adjusted before I rusted
earn trust and not lust and you'll
be free from the bust in the dust
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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