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Jun 2017
na
let me down then
spinning
raged, spitting
red

see my face seldom smile
can you hear my teeth grind whilst you take mine?
my image of a village
the one u paint a smoking city

******* whilst i sleep, weep
for my sodden hopes
exclude, remove
do not talk to me

sweet teenage attitude
Mr Ree
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Mr Ree  saturn
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   Lior Gavra
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