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Nov 2017
Chasing the alluring
everyones a hunter
Until you are down under
and can no longer plunder ;
the shadow from the light that you had cast
I felt the cool inside and hoped our days would never pass
green grass didn't seem to help too much
Grey clouds danced in the skies in the clutch ;
I failed
i let my people down
Drowned beneath my sorrows
i couldn't make a sound.
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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