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Oct 2014
We've tried this not so merry go round on this what you see-saw
Yet at the pique you grasp my hand and laugh as I fall
In broken bones humpty dumpty chuckles at my sights
Pants of magma you set the pace and read me my rights
A criminal of love a parolee of despair king of isolates
Turn back to a time when time couldn't be turned its you I hate
Written by
Lm Bernal  25/M/Dreams
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