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Feb 2016
I sit here writing
from the top of somewhere
I do not know
what the future will bring
but I am what I am
and that is it
wherever you go, there you are
wherever you go, there you are
wherever you go, there you are?

wherever you go, there you are
it’s a conversation
that you need to be careful about
it’s a conversation
that you need to be careful about
and we walk around
the abyss
and we walk around the abyss
letting ouresleves fall into another
time frame, another mixture
another melody that is meant to be broken
defined only by beauty
beaututy in all of its factions
and they go away away away
sway sway sway sway
allay allay allay
I can be the person
who invents the typewriter instrument
I can be the person
who invents the typewriter instrument
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
(25/M/San Francisco)   
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