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Aug 2016
I'm but a spec of dust
eroding the cusp
of Aries and Taorus
Pack the semblance
of an avalanche behind
eyes torn with crust
Finished Tour de Combust
with a surfboard copped
from every soul hushed
just so I could say I did
it when no one else would
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what a waste
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   Slur pee, Lindsey Grace, Mack, ---, S M and 5 others
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