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PANDEMONIUM
Causing unnecessary chaos
The place which was once my peace stadium
Now a pub of high teenagers and thugs
Smell of pot and weed all over the place
Coughs of exasperation and smoke
A gong sitting with their alpha and weapons
Little black dress, I walk into the room
A cigarette in my hand,unlit keep in mind
Waiting for the time to be right
I shall puff them right outta my ...
Friday 3rd August 2018 3:27 pm
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