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Why do I dine in a twisted up mind
Kind of like a spine
it twists it bends it turns all night
Tired I perspire 
weary joints after a days work 
I'm working out these muscles 
The sands of time are falling down around me
 I don't mind
I fright that I might in a few months time
Posted: 2014-07-29 23:33:36 UTC

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