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Aug 2015
I dig through the trash for silent ideas that history has thrown away, I may look like a homeless soul that has merely wandered astray, seamlessly sad and all alone i appear lost in my mind,but i will be the one that lives when all dead stars align
Written by
TakeEverythingSeriously  knoxville
(knoxville)   
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   wraiths and mark cleavenger
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