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Nov 2016
Death defy
Flying high
How hard  is it to touch the ground
Ill step of the edge and fall upwards
As my body plumits down
No longer will i be around,
Ill not even make a sound
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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