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Feb 2010
Fade away the drinks and smokes
Drink the moments till starvation foreshadows me
The remain of smoke complexes the outside mind
My realm seems to cloud exits
The rounds fire... to my Gun,


I woke up, drank my wine, and went away…
Justin Grabenschroer
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Justin Grabenschroer  31/M/Omaha, NE.
(31/M/Omaha, NE.)   
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