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Aug 2015
The back of my head pulses
Rosey, warm cheeks under my
Very sore and sensitive eyes
ill wash my body and the soap
Dilutes my skin but
The toxins are from within
Days of being away
But i cant stay
And feeling as though in a rut
Shut the door
Alone time
I hit my head yesterday and this was the rambli ng nonsense that became,.
Clara the Clairvoyant
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Clara the Clairvoyant  23/up above
(23/up above)   
808
   ---, SPT and AJ
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