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May 2016
now if you die
come see me
we'll hitch a ride

green-tipped blue waves
the sky is a reflection
we're crouching in caves

you don't say a word
you take it like a man
after all you've seen & heard

we don't wanna talk about it
so we just sit with our thousand yard stares
it might be time we got out of each others' hair
John
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John  28/M/New York
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