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Her Generic Genuine

Thought the pieces wouldn’t come together? Rewind back to what I said in the beginning. You told me as well. Genuine but generic right? You don’t get many points playing a fool for a fool. I was the jester wearing the crown of no king it has always been tin foil. There’s no intermission it was over before it began, the first act. Put me in my place, drag me from my family’s embrace, run or stand? Nah. You can have this round. I’m going to lay down while you step to the edge of the stage and bow to seats without the crowd. They used you more than I threw away the Visine it’s the season for dry eyes.

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