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Jul 2012
Bleach your soul.
Why aren't I alive?
Falling through the core.
     I thrive.
Need more.

Enter new,
Exit pure.
Leaving with the golden view,
I do.

Leave at night.
Catch green fix.
Never wrong.
Never right.

Bleach your soul.
Why aren't I alive?
Falling through the core.
     I thrive.
Need more.
I do.

Deals with gates and
Fallen angels.
Let me in
and
Let me in
and
Leave at night.

Bleach my soul.
Why am I alive?
Falling through my core.
     I thrive.
Need more.
I do.
I do.
I do.
It's 4am and I'm high on something
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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