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Apr 2015
Simmered to a cold frost of what was passion
Converse no more of what was interesting
Confide in less of what was the only
Respect diminished of what was set a high
Importance no more of what was priority
Out of tune, out of touch, out of reach
What of I
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   Arlo Disarray
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