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Apr 2017
I feel numb
no one hears the beat of my drum
Ill dance alone until i find the place that i come ;
isn't love grand
That thing that you'v been searching for
killing grains of sand
Exploring different lands
to leave with empty hands
My grievances expand
my ship is undermanned
Im lacking words for you
inside a bottle crammed
No plans
no tools
Just aching in the sun
don't wanna catch your feelings
You toss them and ill **r u n
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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