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Sep 16
All I know of it,
still so far away
I can still feel it,
washes me away.

I always lost at Hangman.

Still so far away,
all I know of it.
Washes me away,
though I still feel it.

Break my skull on the rock.
I hope you get to watch me die.
RMatheson
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RMatheson  Beating tired bones
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