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Runaway

Runaway

You're cracked
knuckles and crooked
acronyms, insincere
truncated music, boy;

why did you even try
leaving, now more than
ever the man

(he beat you, black
sheep herd just as easy)

who named you, his
branding iron hot
and you freshly fettered?
Written by WharfRatDown
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