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Jan 2014
Black** shades, duck through the dark and then decay.
He's popular, but nonetheless he's the least bit brave.
He sings sad songs of love and death,
he speaks of good and not the rest.
Black jeans and paint chips on his vest,
he never smiles even at his best.
Tell me a story before you fall into dismay,
tell me how you threw the world away.
Francis Glanton
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Francis Glanton  Undersea
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