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Burnt words die as embers turn to grey The fluxuations are as predictable as death I’ve tied the burdened mind to the lightening rod
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
Until the End
Burnt words die as embers turn to grey The fluxuations are as predictable as death I’ve tied the burdened mind to the lightening rod
mrr
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
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