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Nov 2013
CAN YOU HEAR IT?
YOUR HEAD HITTING THE CAR DOOR?
I'm out and have only sixteen
you're not real
cut me open
no I've changed my mind
but you haven't changed
IS IT WRONG OF ME TO ASSUME YOUR IN LOVE WITH TREASON?
because you're painting a very clear picture
and a picture is worth a thousand words
but you only smell of burnt paint now
your frame will be snapped apart and opened up
torn apart
I'm nothing close to an artist
but this is my masterpiece
Written by
Andrew Utz  America
(America)   
600
   UHG, Autumn, --- and Isabella Pullivan
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