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Nov 2013
get more of the catalyst,
this leaves the kids less allowances,
you know the treasure trove,
its sickening hold,
our finger grow cold,
as our shadows do fold.
its a chapter too bold,
this storys too old,
you keep wanting me to do the
t plus o ld,
but ***** how many times you gonna wear an oldie.
smell that moldy,
lonely,
calling
Zachary
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