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Dec 2013
I seem to lust over
Meaninglessness
Because
When nothing matters
Nothing hurts
But
I still crave your thumb
On the front of my hand
Because
When nothing matters
What the ***** the point?
Morgan
Written by
Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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