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Vivian Ienello Jun 2014
different strokes for different folks

different stacks for different smoke

and the words that you blow,
you never know who it can stow

when you think you lost all hope
look outside in disguise
and see behind someone else eyes

different stroked for diff rent folks and the smoke that you blow
fills up your chest, with words you repressed.

— The End —