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Jul 2016
I don’t know what to do.
No, I don’t know what to do.
I haven’t known in quite some time.
Most days it’s a toss up
Between joining the angels
Under the waves.
And going back
To a place I called home
And bringing a conflagration with me
And setting the place ablaze.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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   NV and b e mccomb
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