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Jul 2015
The rib of man has evolved into something nice
Twice as elaborate
Twice as deceptive
Three times the con
Without knowing themselves
Whats fully going on..

The sun is always setting by the time its time to dawn
The clouds are never still
I watch them walk along
I wish i could go with them
I wish i was more strong
Pick apart the ribs
To find i wasn't wrong..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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