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Jan 16
Wild we roam and rage
Bound to the asphalt
Born in a cage
The high hill has demons
The kind that can’t feel
They take what we make
They trample with heels
A reconing’s coming
A rebirth of sorts
To bathe in the blood
To burn down the courts
We’ll plant in the ashes
A vinyard of bones
To grow a new flesh
Revive and atone
J Klein and Sons Pen Parish
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J Klein and Sons Pen Parish  37/M/Bourbon Country
(37/M/Bourbon Country)   
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