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Aug 2016
i forget who i am
foreigner gazing back at me
ocean blue eyes and curly locks
(he called me cherub)
aye,aye
i'll drink to that

tired from midnight toils
caught up in future trajectories
feels wrought in iron
'o how you've ****** yerself noww boyyy'  

i forget where i am
overindulgent little ****
Duke Thompson
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Duke Thompson  Above the clouds
(Above the clouds)   
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