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Jun 2017
Clear skies
straight out the woods
Birds will advocated for joy
its misunderstood

I dig deep
deep down inside
Pull out everything i felt for you and toss it aside

Watch my heart decompose
watch the sun rise again
Watch the leaves flutter down
wish to die yet again
Angels blessing my mind
devils clutching my spine
Iv been running forever
but their always behind
Air adorning the landsΒ Β 
curse the gods for this grievance
As you slip through my hands..
Mark The Vagabond
Written by
Mark The Vagabond
     unnamed, Corvus and ---
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