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Jul 2015
Mad
I'm going mad holding in my ferocious feelings.

You're the fish I'm reeling.

I'm going mad holding my voice in a vault.

I'm not a stallion, I'm just a colt.

I'm going mad holding candles.

It's you I wanna handle.
Eugene T Marulé
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Eugene T Marulé  My Mind
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