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Feb 2015
Zen inside the water
Peacefulness at night
Although I'm awake for most of it..
I never had friends
with overextended strings
I always had words
sharp as daggers they sting
Anger in the trees
Their siblings are chopped down
They gave us air to breath
Never seen as profound
We always take advantage
Use abuse and destroy
Everything that loves us
Like children with their toys
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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   B and Lia
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