Poem 50-5/2/18

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He couldn't make a month
Of what hurt a week ago
He tore apart his friends
By saying we should go
Our separate ways
And separate paths
Like annual self harm
Or historical maths
While blood may run
Like tears down my cheek
When his body is found
Nobody will shreik

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