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Dec 2014
On the page they draw me in.
In my mind, the drive me crazy.
Teaming up against me, like rugby.
Tainting things until they look ugly.
Telling stories, a thousand stories above reality
With crystal clear clarity.
These treasures, so pure it's too clear to see.
as with time, they get the best of me.
Idle hands; the rest is history.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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