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Jul 2017
I've died a thousand times;
crushed by rain and everything in between.
Check the drops they nestle my name.
And like a million guillotines
they've set me free.
Crown me King.
Take my dreams.
Make me think.
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     Sierra, Rainswood, Slur pee and Michael Angelo
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