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May 2015
I fill it up with the water in me
Hope the fire touches right the cauldron
Face came and the steam was mean
Talk makes me feel black intentions painted excessive
I fill it up with the water in me
Drowned by my own saturned gaze
And ocean caves its splendard waves
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