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Apr 2014
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I would bleed if you
Asked,
Every.
*******.
Day.

When they think
Of my innocent blood
Dried on the floor,
I'll be a rusted God.

This blood,
It reads,
"It's not me, it's you."
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
(California)   
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