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May 2019
I cannot say where I came,
If there's more to, or more of.
Never have I met the same,
Tells me I was built above.

By water tracks
Under attack
A ruthless act
Wearing matte black

There is no need for warped glass,
Blue skies will sure let me gaze.
Shouldn't let this vision pass,
It'd throw me back in the maze.
April 30th, 2019
treythayer
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treythayer  25/M/SLC
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