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A Poem by sunflowertroll

Thunderstorms and robotussin,

nightsticks and ski masks,

dodging lights and running from cops,

car alarms and headlights.

Dialated eyes and depraved grins,

Into the trees, into the trees, we ran with the gin.

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Added on November 22, 2011
Last Updated on November 22, 2011

The whole world was swallowed whole and all I can do is laugh, ^_^ more..

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