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Jul 2015
Into the journey the masses follow
Be them of a sad way
For me
I walk it my way
I lead my waltz

My map is not written
Nor the novel read
In fact only when my dust is blown
And the clouds ******* vapor
Will the road become clear

Read my thoughts
Digest my blood
Live it on the edge
Become the one
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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