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Jun 2014
every day this week,
i have received death threats,
coming from my own chest
because this love lingers
like mail coming to the house
long after i'm dead and death,
it's the most important thing
but if you call me your angel,
i will swear you never knew me
which would make sense, since
the only gift you can give me is
a  b  s  e  n  c  e
and it hurts, but
i love you
i'm not sorry to anyone i will disappoint in saying this
circus clown
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circus clown  TX
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     circus clown, fdg and Megan Grace
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