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May 2018
I’ll hang myself from your earlobe; an example to all consciences
That are the high hanging fruit in the wind
Unknowingly melting icebergs worth of salt in the eyes of a fox
Written by
Gabriel burnS
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     Shanath, Glass, Cné, --- and Deep Ponderer
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