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Jun 2014
I don't care much for love and such things that go well with red
Because my bed is a love gravesite
Twisting, cutting, affecting only my love life.
So I've been making friends with ghosts who chose to be dead
White sheets and streaks of life left
But the burials set, and it's time to breath dirt
Heavens picket fence or hells stained shirt.
Phil jones
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