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Jan 2019
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i am the master of the monotonous
and distance hardens the exclamation
nothing is returning nothing is never ending
there are no eyes that can see what is needed
neadrathal, white club dragging black ink through cantankerous white leaves, love is an iv,
long refuted poison of a debutants dream, it just blankets u while you sleep
and walk away
blank down colorless empty streets
ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket
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ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket  Somewhere by the ocean
(Somewhere by the ocean)   
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