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May 2014
Irony in
The wildest eyes
Sleep with nothing
In the sky

Lucrative love
Of a guy
Poverty from
You and I

Eat the rich
Eat the *****
You're the *****
I'm the guy

Unjust is that
Which sleeps through beauty
Or tender granted
From no duty
bone
Written by
bone  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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