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This is a poem about how I earned my knuckle touch with the grim reaper.

This poem is about my passion for anarchy

This is about my old switchblade that I spent most of my life with

I wrote this when doctors messed up my painkillers dose and I got high for a few nights

I could almost hear the police sirens screaming my name as I bolted down the alleyway, those other gangs are going to be so mad. As I..

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