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Dance to the little drum beats. Skipping through city streets in **** boy cleets. Dancing  like its no little feat. Crawling through allways filled with weapers I find myself at the top. I might be one of the leapers Dancing on skyline roofs in my freshman hoofs. I don't have enough proof. Just this wide blue roof Falling upwards with a passion   No distractions. Black bag blankets and broken tracking anklets Desperate situations  call for unecasarry fixations Ive spent to long wrapping myself in ellation To notice the devastation beneath me. I see it now As I fall So slowly towards the sky
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
A walk.
Dance to the little drum beats. Skipping through city streets in **** boy cleets. Dancing  like its no little feat. Crawling through allways filled with weapers I find myself at the top. I might be one of the leapers Dancing on skyline roofs in my freshman hoofs. I don't have enough proof. Just this wide blue roof Falling upwards with a passion   No distractions. Black bag blankets and broken tracking anklets Desperate situations  call for unecasarry fixations Ive spent to long wrapping myself in ellation To notice the devastation beneath me. I see it now As I fall So slowly towards the sky
So I took a walk through my city.  It's amazing what you feel when you feel like nothing at all
#death#shame#homeless#city#hamilton
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Actualityandfalseness
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
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