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Sep 2018
It’s been a long time sense I wrote anything down. Organized myself into thought.
Made my self alone and inspired by sound.
Been alone in a city our home
We made together
Pilgrims in love
And for a few my nights linger
Bright screams fill my eyes
Smoke and ***** my breath
Separation
Like the wind there
In the trees
A soft summer breeze
Even at the equator you
Can hear me
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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