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Jun 2014
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Bend and fold your old words around me.
A scold told ages ago won't slight me, Stupid.
And to think,..
What a fickle and scattered little whimpering ******* you're becoming.
Do you think time becomes you?
You're just a toy.
A boy whose poise forever resembles a man with a head full of noise.
Don't put that **** on me, kid.
Jack Savage
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Jack Savage  26/Wolf Bay
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