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Submitted:Jun 22, 2012 Reads: 7 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
When one touches an oven
it burns
you lie, karma comes
a kiss lays upon your lips a baby cries and screams
smoking, snorting, shooting
sirens screech across the sky
sitting on your ass 24/7
things seem smaller
you shoulda listened to me
is what Gods sayimg
but others say dont regret
not a thing it's a little hard too
when its laughing in my face
mocking my every move
can't help but regret
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