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Nov 2016
Fools jump head first in the cesspool
i watched as i watched as the pigs hunt the wolves
Cool
Over clarity he often drooled ,
That temptress mad **** less your mind was made a tool.

His consciousness was spry , like how your third make you when you bout to die.
Why oh why dont we all get along ,
instead of dancin wrong to the fat lady song.
Mark The Vagabond
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