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Apr 2019
I can’t quite believe inertia,
One day this ball will stop
Stop me from the future
Held so dear by you
Your view paints it like crystal
But I’ve been fooled before
By tarot cards behind the bars
Where I drank till my doom was true
Elliott's Window
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Elliott's Window  21/M/my apartment in texas
(21/M/my apartment in texas)   
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