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Jul 2015
You lay cloth on my lips
cause if you didn't;
my words wouldn't be comfortable to hear
I brush my teeth 3 times to ensure my lips don't taste like beer
its almost like a fear, that if you caught me I wouldn't be here
for you to lay down this cloth
for you to listen when I talk
to be like John Lennon, without the pistol cocked
Kaleb Vernon
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Kaleb Vernon  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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