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Mar 2015
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I'm sitting there with a frozen smile,
My eyes glazed over,
Inside them is a wistful soul
Drifting across barren plains
Wishing for a home that doesn't exist.
A small smile frozen in time
Dat Boi
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Dat Boi  Philly
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