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he tried to be poetic
he laid me verses like,
"Satan sang me a razor blade"
and he looked to my eyes for approval
he was dark and humorous
to a gallery of dark and humorous people
his tongue had a skin thick layer of sugar
his eyes were salted with practice and read
like only Shakespeare's bastard son could
but like half the place 
he was infected with a plague as well
I only disliked him because he was familiar
his notebooks were just as mine are

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