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Friday, January 28, 2011

Fallin', Comin', Breakin'

She was a teenage dream with a whole lotta
Pop.
Always fallin' out over the silliest things.
She could hear ya comin',
And then give some
Smack.
Breakin' free was her bread and butta.
Her heart was pure; her soul purple.
But as unpredictable as
Jackpot.