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Feb 2017
Used to have a dream ;
used to have a love from above though it seemed
Serene
the color of your eyes hid the lies
The fog in the skies symbolized my demise..

No remorse
no affiliation
Federal's amphetamines ensue debilitation
at last ;
He had the heart of someone in his grasp
clutched too tight so it didn't really last...

Used to have a dream
used to being last
Used to being separated by my skin or cast
or both ;
Told his brothers not to give up hope
whoever is your god he or she will shift the *****..
Mark The Vagabond
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