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Dec 2018
Drunkin as I stride
Stumble through forest of memories Trying to find a door before I get lost in trees
The tigers of nightmares see the innocence in me
They want me to bleed
Eyes of the predator pitch blacker the closer it gets
Speed by cold weather
I never plan on getting caught so I’ll hide amongst the winter branches till summer and forever.
Folie
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