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Aug 2022
No one reads the words
written across my smile anymore

'Cept the one looking down

And I wonder if that is a smile or a frown

The days taste of lost dreams

Such a ripple of breath upon the tongue of my dreams

Sometimes when I am standing numb

I have that endless breach

I just wanna be the same

Then you go home alone
South-by-Southwest
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South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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