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Jan 2015
Hatred lust and anxiousness so we meet again, hatred saying nothing while my lust moves with the wind. Only after post disaster does my anxiousness attack, finding blades with finer points deep inside my back. I see the sun when time to run in fields with pens of sheep. Where wolves will hide in smaller prides to eat their flesh in sleep. All the love i had malformed to hate, inside my heart does ache, outside the spark is fate.

My friends are always here, cold or hot shoulder. His love was like the burden of a boulder on a cup holder.

Love too much? how does one do that? How did i love you so much that our enchantment flew back? how did I who wanted us high like the sky watch us die while you ascended without me i watch you fly.

My friends, mal or bueno you are here and i love you, you stayed without fear.
Mark The Vagabond
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