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Nov 2014
Outside there's a dance crew and I don't know what they're up to.
The sky is shaded blue and here I go again to show who
I see the wall's closing
and the roof just lazily sinks in.
I bleed cause' it's boring and I can't trust my T.V.'s offspring.
Here's the poem I don't know about and I keep writing
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