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I am adrift in perpetual night A painted crown on my forehead A signal to the skies This is one I never claimed to own Digging holes and throwing stones I am adrift in perpetual night A head full of thunderstorms A free falling fight
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
Days spent waking
I am adrift in perpetual night A painted crown on my forehead A signal to the skies This is one I never claimed to own Digging holes and throwing stones I am adrift in perpetual night A head full of thunderstorms A free falling fight
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
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