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Feb 2017
A cup whiskey
Relaxing to the silence within me
Outside the snow is falling
A spinning globe is calling from a distant

Can you hear me
You old gumpy man

Accept the outcome
She's tearing his clothes to the ground
Only ghost remain now
As you howl at the moon from the yard of your house
Bor ehgit
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Bor ehgit
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