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Apr 2017
If the floor was change
it broke
I fell through
lotta things on my mind i wont tell you
Devils eat at me inside
my issues
Wide
open
Don't need to close the hole
i like the gusts of wind
Flying through my **s o u l.
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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   alex
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