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Jun 2017
Did not wish to be another waste of space
adorned with your mind
Blessed with your face
growing up first not last malefactor
Wishing he could die not cry times after
you molded what i liked
You modeled role for me
you did things in the shade
As if i wouldn't see
Im happy when im high
Floating like the leaves
when winter is afoot
When carried by the breeze
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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