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Jul 2015
Like a bad *** general reciting deaths
Strewn bodies like dead roses
Along the shore while the waves engulfs them
You glare at me like the enemy i have slained
But havnt conquered,  my love
I read your book but failed to read between the lines
Of what makes you holy, or mine
Alessander
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Alessander  Los Fucking Angeles
(Los Fucking Angeles)   
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   Justin G, ---, --- and Glass
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