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May 2015
I've got a place no one can find,
try looking for a place that doesn't exist,
you have to meet me here,
I don't let anyone know of this,
night or day just say my name.

Michael like the Archangel,
you're my guardian angel though a blue angel,
the smoke I inhale is a blessing,
I know I shouldn't be messing and I'm stressing,
the realm I face is fatal and ethereal.

What if it's you?
And it wasn't me?
Why do I have to taste poison to die?
I want more even if death is all mental,
all I deserve is another high.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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