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Jun 2015
it's all too familiar-
our commands and operations,
the mechanics of us
the ebb and flow that kills me while also giving me life
i can almost predict what is going to take place at this point
you'll slip into an apathetic silence without any warning,
and i'll say those three little words:

"i'm so high"
Brooklynn Nights
Written by
Brooklynn Nights  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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