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Nov 2013
I am better than you.
Sorry, but it's so true.
It is truth in such spades
that dig up your sad roots
and you see what god's made
in me, genius, such loot
you can't fathom to grasp
and so, in last breath, gasp.
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   Taylor Marie Vincent and ---
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