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May 2015
Lit the match, to watch it catch a flame, the pain of passion is what's to blame. placing the world in a spire of fire that climbs ever higher.  Reaching for the sky refusing to die,  the spire of fire released a mournful cry.
I don't even know but hell why not?
Auss
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Auss  Ft. Bliss
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