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Apr 2017
Unseen like the breeze
they say its a disease
Mental
existential
Lack essentials
nice parental ;
Seemed it meant nada
remain low key
If you not a top shottaΒ Β ;
so it goes
Ache from the soul
never feel whole
Till his hands reach his goal
high like the sun
Drive wasn't fun
regret filled his lungs
Exhaled lots
got got ;
Buried in the shade
trees kept him cool
Against his cards raged
friends out phased
Tall walled maze
pretty ****** lost
Slummed out days
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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