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Aug 2018
I've sewn confusion in the eyes of my lovers laid
To rest another
Just like me
I've given everything I have
Yet there is so much
Locked inside of me
Let me explain
That there is nothing I could explain
That any ordinary being could understand
There's nothing beyond these tombstones
Bereft of the secrets of the stars
And they are not telling any truths to me
Even if they could speak
They are just like me
A mystery
Bright with no personality
Only beautiful in the full moon light
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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