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Aug 2016
All the signs are red
Sign of the ram
As I see a noose hanging over my head
Sign of the ******
I can fall into
Announcing my intentions
I'm only here
Until I'm nothing anymore
All the signs point too
Stars amount to blood
And I know a knife and my verdant flesh
Time that I bleed
I can sink until
My head is far beneath
I only breath
If I can find the air
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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