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Feb 2016
Can't find the future,
I've lost the past.
My mind is shattered,
Like broken glass.
One too many,
A line too long.
Burn another,
The needles drawn.
Way too high,
Can't hear a sound.
It's way too late,
I'm six feet down.
paul passero
Written by
paul passero  colorado
(colorado)   
599
   --- and Cecil Miller
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