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Jul 2011
Like my mind
its just the timing
of things new

Ways away
with head filled by matter
a day in a life
to know
to capture

Hard dark place
reside to self
fill all sounds
mesh one thought

A town with different sets
long to feel you're far
this is real
mean for thrill

Wanted eyes sleep with people
to need
to feel
his tongue tastes like home
mEb
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mEb  Illinois
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