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Jul 2016
I've not known the feeling

Nor can I even concieve

The notion of being whole.

Selling my brand months at a time

Interested parties holding auctions

Unaware, or unwilling to acknowledge

The stock in future  endeavours

So now I exist in 2nd hand memories

In the back of the mind, or the attic

Covered in dust, overexposed

A monument to my regrets
Devin Ortiz
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Devin Ortiz  USA
(USA)   
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   lillian, --- and Anonymous Freak
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