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Nov 2014
Your heart is blacker than the ace of spades.
Its shriveled beyond all recognition
Nothing decent lives in your darkened soul.
Go back to whichever hell you came from.
Theres no place for you in the world of men.
Because there are those who inspire these words and we all know at least one.
Written by
paul holt  seattle
(seattle)   
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