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Nov 2014
Points
they poke
They ****
they hurt

Slipping through the skin
reaching red withing

Pyramids flow
To the tip that glow

Pointy
its introduced

Its ideals
are obtuse

They have
a mental use
Just getting my mind cleaned up a bit dont mind me
Curtis
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