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If You Can't Explain

Your pain:
My pain;
Slicing and dicing it’s
Profane;
Why the hell would you say,
On an air lane; f
BOMB!
All you can do,
If you can’t explain,
Is bleed in your shoes:
To all we believe,
You seek to deceive,
Yourself.




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