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Mar 2015
"Vast pools of something I'll never figure out," I thought to myself, the first time those eyes like the sun burned up the mind that's mine to destruct and open up.
But ****, if ashes and the color of the masses inside this head are two of the same, no one's to blame, and I guess I don't care if you say another's instead of my name
Sea X
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Sea X  California
(California)   
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   Lior Gavra
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