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May 2017
one day someday has her way
the end of the string runs out
find yourself facing inevitability
you don't even know anymore
but those left in  your wake do
I don't judge satan or hell
or heaven or god's will
just know
the guitars harps songs are all for you
for once
and you go peaceful
to where?
wish I ******* knew
you do now
wordvango
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