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Mar 2015
You won't find an exit
Without shaking hands with all of your demons
So stop knoking on the open doors.
Clock arrows spin like helicopter blades
So hurry up, take a shovel and start digging
Deeper inside you.
Heavens got their own problems,
Too many souls to judge and imprison in hell,
So stop asking them why you got in this mess
And ask a mirror.
Astrotourist Al
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Astrotourist Al  London
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