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Poem Details
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| Title: | my brother |
| Author: | chris morris |
| Date Submitted: | 11/8/2009 |
| Poem: |
fist fighting, feigned feelings punching in the back of my head ripping phone lines making mother cry now you''re fucking up my home life you''ve got a big idea, make a million but you gotta cycle to the next part now get shut in, get wasted pop a pill to make the world seem real ... |