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May 2018
I'll smoke these memories until I can't see the present anymore
I'll just build a house in the past where I can still hold on to the idea that the future is as bright as a candle that burns in the belly of the night
If anyone looks for me, that's where you'll find me
for someone i love so much, you taught me that you can crack your teeth on regrets
Lone Chimney Sweep
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Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
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