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May 2017
Caught in this net of time,
the restless nights create a paradoxical paradigm.

Caught in this head of mine,
chasing after false hope that imitates the divine.

Caught in this reality of ours,
staring at the stars until we snap back into the lonely bar's guitars.
Written by
Nicolás Ponce
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   Shanath, ryn, --- and Ryan Holden
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