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Death by Decoy Mar 2016
A poem for the ones hurt
Though euphonic it may sound
You'll feel sad and inert
A feeling not so newfound
Where the words weigh you down
With the greatest intensity
Like it means to make you drown
In the bittersweet misery
Gotta work on dat rhyming

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