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ruffians
by Lauren Singerwhat can be said of your multitudes of ignorance?
in lonely hours you bow your heads for something deft or disillusioned
that will plunge out the dimples of your misdeeds.
i guess you're more like me that i ever gave you credit for. 10/09/2010 Posted on 10/09/2010
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