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Feb 2017
Love is not for me ;
about a dream ago i swore id let my heart be free
I lied
debating my elated compromise...

At least the ground had my back
no energy to move they surround and attack
I failed ;
my dream of touching mouth to holy grail..

Dumping bucketful's into cups
****** ;
Forgetting older lessons getting stuck
starved ;
Never did i think id find my way
i swore that i could use you as a bridge from my decay..
Mark The Vagabond
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