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Nov 2015
You ruined me.
There you go
Rolling
Down from your
Mountain
Top
Towards your very own
Suicide.
You've named it Epiphany.
She's dressed to ****,
Eager to as well.
You roll
down
Down,
down,
Your mountain top
Surrounded with
Her kisses.

Your suicide,
That final scene;
It ruined me.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
(California)   
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   gray rain and Ariel Baptista
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