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Feb 2012
I'm nice and high- so ready to fall then fall apart,
Smoke so much that I don't have to feel my aching heart,
Trying to ignore the sirens, ignore the noise, and ignore the gong,
Till finally nothing feels wrong.
Written by
Carl Marmleson
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   JM
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