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Dec 2015
Die you demon, yes die you disaster
I can't find clarity, I can't even control my conscience
Solvent of sanguine, can't say I'm sure
Pale to perfection, can't pile the potential
Now is never, and nowhere is near
Finding my freedom, and forgoing my fate
Wasting my wishes on wanting of wisdom
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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