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Jil Nance


Mr. No Name
Trash, that’s all you are, all you’ll be.
Ash, burnt away, like every memory.
Crash, shattered under foot, ‘till this day.
Rash, no one wants you, all they say.

Cash, all that mattered, only thing that will.
Flash, forget it all, and love the happy pill.
Bash, everyone is watching, never had a plan.
Dash, though I’m alone now, I’m glad I ran.
Gash, they only see my faults, ugly thing.
Smash, all my dreams, like bells they ring.
Gnash, Disgusting feeling, so hard to swallow.
Mash, but I’m not the only one, looking for tomorrow.

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