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May 2014
I've been stuck at 13 for 6 separate lives
No matter how many floors I've died on its always to the same tune
Angry red lines
Hidden from angry red faces
A pile of bones that were never matched to a identity
a heap of broken crosses no one bothered praying to
Nothing changes
what's dead can't grow
You know how it is.
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   Cliffy Buglione
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