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Apr 2016
Winds and weaves
make me anxious
falling to my knees
taking me to places I have not seen
turns and swirls
taking me down
down underground
where the road was burning brimstone
and in being ****** I felt a stone
hit my skull.
MOTV
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MOTV  California
(California)   
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   Aeerdna
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