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mood swings,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,


Submitted:Sep 18, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


A prowling beast,
with a pirate smile,
your breath is stink,
and your blood is oil,
DRUM ROLL please, some
things about to hit the
fan.
REDBONE rusted, plastic
parts, meditation, under
neath the stars,
DRUMROLL please, some
things about to hit the
fan.





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