This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 17.6.2016 at 21:32
I'm the poison oak,
the bleach in which you soak, the teacher that you listen to,
that spoke only to you,
to lessen the lesson time son
,
don't come any cloer as Dreams May Come in screams as the battle drum becomes louder I become death deaf and dumb
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