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walking down back alleys searching for consolidation the wanderer takes the streets the wanderer has no home he follows the sound of the deceitful racketeering of the men sitting on his pride choking it up like a funeral service notice 2 weeks after the funeral with empty pockets and an emptier stomach the venture undertook by the the swalloing of pride every time compromise finesses his naive heart and sun burnt skin as the moon comes out to steal our decisiveness.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
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walking down back alleys searching for consolidation the wanderer takes the streets the wanderer has no home he follows the sound of the deceitful racketeering of the men sitting on his pride choking it up like a funeral service notice 2 weeks after the funeral with empty pockets and an emptier stomach the venture undertook by the the swalloing of pride every time compromise finesses his naive heart and sun burnt skin as the moon comes out to steal our decisiveness.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
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