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Poetry from the Boredness

Posted on February 21, 2011 by Meem

Every Game Has an End Call me your ex, show me your axe… it does not add or wipe No matter how hard you try..  from your destiny you’ll never hide a pinch makes you wonder why?.. what about the twinges … Continue reading →

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