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Jun 2017
Still living your dream
though you seem unhappy
Was this all unwanted ?
why your words attacked me ?
I had ate what you gave me
there was no other choice
You would bless me with food
and my stomach rejoiced
Growing older around you
it was hard not to see
You created us three
but were no longer free
Chains adorning your body
me my sister and i
You were bound when you made us
you'll be bound till you die.
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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     Keith Wilson and ---
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