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Oct 2014
Hold me to the soundness
Of my words
Like you heard

Feel me
Like you worked up the nerve

But don't be so vain ****

When I serve

Food for thought with the works
Save your opinions for dessert
Regurgitate what I deserve
bjynxthelyric
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bjynxthelyric  the infinite
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