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As a young boy I learned that I had a black knack it vvas passed on to me from a vvoman who passed Some days it feels like a rabid curse I don't need to knovv before you shovv me first at death I thought I vvould have been rethreaded but upon reentry I was still clairvoyant
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Black knack
As a young boy I learned that I had a black knack it vvas passed on to me from a vvoman who passed Some days it feels like a rabid curse I don't need to knovv before you shovv me first at death I thought I vvould have been rethreaded but upon reentry I was still clairvoyant
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
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