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oh won't you just look at me

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singagainsoon

Published: May 9, 2017

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your disbelief picks up pitchforks,
arms you with guns,
gaping barrels pointed at my chest as i fall to friendly fire
dying breath spent, wasted
stuttered explanation falls on deaf ears, hard hearts

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