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A Poem by Connor

You fed the animals, stupid kid you can't get rid of us now
changing the channels, the statics what you've come to expect
he kissed the freckles right off the back of your neck
its creeping under my skin, straight up my back to my head
pictures tell one thousand words, I've got some photos i'm willing to shed.

© 2009 Connor


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Added on July 17, 2009

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i'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..

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