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May 2015
If I go first
But do my worst
There's not much bubble to burst
This path of rubble gets dispersed
So back we double in reverse
I could swear he said he's cursed
Life's not fair, we eat our thirst
A swaying stair, failure conversed
If I swear, ******* I'm cursed
Atypnoc
Written by
Atypnoc  Oslo
(Oslo)   
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