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Tired/ weary Tired of bumps and weary of Lumps (in my neck) (and on my head,) (and in my jaw.) The lymphatic system poisons me, My brain With worry In truth I'm grateful (No.) For an alarm system If it was coming (NO.) I'd like to know it. (NO.) (I think I welcome a speeding bus anyday In comparison to my greatest fear.)
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
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Tired/ weary Tired of bumps and weary of Lumps (in my neck) (and on my head,) (and in my jaw.) The lymphatic system poisons me, My brain With worry In truth I'm grateful (No.) For an alarm system If it was coming (NO.) I'd like to know it. (NO.) (I think I welcome a speeding bus anyday In comparison to my greatest fear.)
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
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