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Mar 2017
No one's sweet anymore
people taste bitter
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unsatisfying
Everyman for themselves ;
my heart crying
Where is love ;
that honey flavored bliss i wish to find
So that i forget about the blades which came behind
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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