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Sep 2018
Seismic thoughts crush craters
Into an already barren wasteland
The bums at the beach try to relate to me
But I wasn't as addicted to roxy's
I dont know where I woke up
But my car was there
Another ****** night makes another ****** morning
And another ****** day
What a ****** life
At least I dont waste it at church
Written by
Blaize
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   Fawn
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