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Sep 2018
Missing a piece from my vase
No amount of glue can save my grace
Prisoner of the law
Staring deep into those blackened jaws
There is no cause
I wait around for the applause
I cannot erase
The feeling inside of me
Muttering to drop out of the race
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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