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Dec 2015
my head n heart
are stolen parts
lying down w dogs
pilfered pregnant pauses

these days are darker
cold steel rusted rain comes harder

i do nothing so well
i make it hurt like hell n back

but i see you now
the white is so translucent

who knew
it has a kind of gait
a tall tell
mike dm
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mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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