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Dec 2014
I'm stitched between states and finding the perfect sky
An itch I must break to hold my head high
Peace in a numb heart that preys on my wounds
It's love I must give and knowledge I must consume

I drank to a space that desires to be free
Constant relationships are holding down me
The breeze has my heart in an unknown direction
A place where I've given up on finding protection

At last we set forth to a compassless map
Unbinding ones self from there typical trap
Embracing traces from a forgotten trail
To heaven and back to discover hell
Parker
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Parker  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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