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Apr 1
to know what we have to be through
why'nt i bring you lack
that girl never was for me
it's the plan she fir
always displayed
in her owning my reflections
enlightenment
the joke
of a million dollar corpse
the costing of learning
not to follow
to follow
a fool
never me
never follow me into your cinders
leaving your tour notes in my house won't make you irish
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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