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Apr 2014
I have these thoughts that are rather forbidden

That their bodies should be disease ridden

I harbor hate and a disguise, but they inserted these knives

Their laughter and love is sickening

Yet I'm snickering, at their blood thickening

I'll stop this trail of thought, in case I get caught

Iā€™d rather it not be all for naught.
Bo S
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Bo S  Europe
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