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Jul 2014
So you want to kick me
out of your place,
put me out on the street,
discard me like *******,
the man you called
your dream.
That hurts darling,
I don't know how
I'm gonna make it
without you.
Oh heck babe,
I'd let you cut my head off
at the neck,
put it in a jar
on your cupboard shelf,
if you'd only let me stay.
I won't trouble you
anymore.
won't even
speak
a single word,
promise.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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