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Nov 2017
numbers don't define you they scream
stitching price tags on my limbs like what I have to offer is paper based?
so tell me really,
how much does a soul cost?
telling me not to worry;
do what you do best
but what if cold sweating
is the only thing I'm good at-
escaping whatever fire you passed down from centuries ago
only to
do it
all again.

// the elephant in the room isn't me //
throw those numbers in the fire; watch them burn, watch them burn
Sid
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Sid  18/F/Caribbean
(18/F/Caribbean)   
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     --- and Lior Gavra
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