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Feb 2015
Dark ***** eyes, das still can see far the rapids
Wiped me off his pants, All the stars deleted from the sky mspainted
Washed the scar off of my forehead
Nothing like snorting old leaves
Walked to your urn, itsplaced at your bedroom door
My bedroom door
Wiped the cycle, the moon on your top lid
The cycle,the moon
On your bedroom door
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