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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Sunday, June 13, 2010
It cost money to fix broken windows
Things begin to fall out and apart
when you leave them uncared about
but who cares, if thats how you felt anyways
post modern verse
Things are starting to fall out and
To care for them when you leave
But it is just you who feel the air
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