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Mar 2015
Towards an overwhelming question,
Why is the best inside my vest,
Lifted up like an ocean crest,
Grab the iron gates keys,
Slowly start to glide with me,
Of all things I naught to say, if only a day with you today
Written by
Kody dibble
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