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Sep 2015
I was hurting every morning
Like a summer in a windy winter sky

Blue orange and i felt out of range
Cold as heat it remind me of defeat

Banners down in all the town
Closing like gates of hates in my food plates

Longer nights that cracked the lights
It built a space inside my face

Like void sin that became my medicine
Released the pain and stopped the rain

Colors with honors in my floors
Left with hurting, return with nothing

Now I'm standing
Out of nothing
Slam
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     Earl Jane and NvrMnd
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