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May 2016
Those dancing days, filled with merry and gay ballets

Was a relic of something we were robbed from

Left we are with the rotted waltz

In this eroded ballroom

Filled with bones and human remains
A poem on things taken away
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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