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Feb 2017
God take the light from burning eyes
The world's walls are but illusions,
To wear upon your back sunlights lies
This game we play all in delusion

Deciding upon fate your own reality
Lies spoken scuffed my open ears
I am prepared for this final fatality
Our own sights too different, broken mirrors

Take your words, I pocket mine
Believe your voice, I have spoken mine
Together living through different times
This is goodbye, this is goodbye
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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